Flores, Carlos

I am a talker, an hablador. I did not always know this. When I was born, my tongue was fused to the roof of my mouth. It had to be cut. For a long time I could not roll the r's in my given name. Like Demosthenes, I learned to speak by reciting poems with stones in my mouth. Koyote describes my spirit and my function. The coyote is a sly criminal who smuggles people across the border. In my case, I bring people across borders of consciousness. I subvert the rules, navigate spaces not many dare. The trickster aspect of Koyote applies as well. Sometimes creator, sometimes destroyer, I am always a...