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Hello!Today I have a really cool project to share! This is the latest thing my subscribers and patrons have sponsored. It went out to them first, and now it’s time to share it with the world for free! If you think this kind mode of story and poem sharing is cool, consider subscribing here or become a Patron! This is the second of my two Texas creator pieces. The first was a story by Allison Thai. I came up with the idea to ask specifically Texan creators back when Texas was facing major ice storms and crumbling energy infrastructure. I wanted to send a little money directly to Texan creators AND to donate to a charitable organization they personally found meaningful. Of course as time passed the ice storms were over and the acute crisis related to them was over, but Texas still has plenty of things it could use help with. Allison specifically asked for my matching fund to go to the VCSA, an organization for Vietnamese immigrants in Texas, and Héctor asked for my matching funds to go to RAICES. Here’s what Héctor has to say about RAICES:RAICES is an organization constantly fighting for immigrant families. Since the start of the concentration camps in the border, their team has fought to help all the immigrants, protecting their human rights. I truly believe in their compassionate efforts.If you enjoy these poems, do consider making a donation of your own! You can listen to Héctor read each of these poems and give a few extras in the podcast episode. 16 Poemas Después de la Muerteby Héctor GonzálezOn my last trip to Mexico City, I found these postcards with the art of José Guadalupe Posada. These images depict skeletons, not as frozen reminders of our mortality but as vivacious and lively entities. Posada’s art celebrated our dearly departed as the people we knew. His work would influence Diego Rivera and lead to the iconic calavera catrina.In México, we see death not as finality but another path in a person’s life. We mourn, but we also celebrate. We regularly joke about our final day. One of the most imaginative traditions around our Día de Muertos celebration are calaveras, rhymes with fun themes, where we create scenarios about the death of others. Sounds grim? These are very tongue in cheek with insights on the person “memorialized.”Partially inspired by calaveras, I chose a postcard at random. I saw the image and created a small poem. I did this across a series of days. I sent these also to many friends. Some expect these, some will not.In a year where we all have either experienced or seen tremendous loss, some of us grieve with stories.1Dejamos atrás a cadapersona de nuestro pasado.¿Deseas ser mi amada?Quiero vivir a tu ladoTranslation to English:We leave behind eachperson from our past.Do you want to be my beloved?I want to live with you2Un tenorio yo fuihiriendo los corazones,mas yo nunca conocía quien calmara mis pasiones.Translation to English:A tenorio I waswounding hearts,but I never knewwho will calm my passions.3El sindicato de esqueletosmuy feliz esta,vistiendo por completoa todos en la ciudad.Translation to English:The Skeleton UnionWas full of joy,they were making clotheseveryone in town.4Corriendo con su cuchilloel machote se anunció.¡Qué triste es este chiquillo!Un corazón que no maduró.Translation to English:Running with his knifethe macho was announced his arrival.Sad little boy!A heart that did not mature.5Una heroina divina,la soldadera del pasado.¿Sabe lo que ella opina?Muerte al patriarcado.Transation to English:A divine heroine,the soldadera of the past.Do you know what she thinks?Death to the patriarchy.6“El tabaco no me mató,”me dijo mi abuelo.“Lo que la vida me arrebatóllenó de tristeza mi duelo.”Translation to English:"Tobacco didn't kill me,"my grandfather told me."What life took from mehas filled my grief with sadness."7Me enterraron vistiendo elegantepues siempre he sido importante.¿Por qué mi cráneo es gigante?Guarda mi ego, que es abundante.Translation to English:They buried me wearing fancy clothesas I’ve always been important.Why is my skull so huge?To store my ego, which is abundant.8Aun después de morirbailamos hasta el amanecer.Contigo no me voy a aburrir,tu eres mi placer.Translation to Enligsh:Even after dyingwe dance until dawn.I will not get bored with you,you are my pleasure.9Las flores de mi sombrerohonran a mi querido arriero.De cempasúchil me cubrióel día de mi entierro.Translation to Enligsh:The flowers in my hathonor my dear muleteer.Of cempasúchil he covered methe day of my funeral.10Este aguardiente benditolo uso para olvidar.Mi dolor, un grito inaudito.Maldecido a vagar y vagar.Translation to Enligsh:This blessed firewaterI use it to forget.My pain, an unheard-of cry.Cursed to wander and wander.11Descubrí a mi hermano gemelosolo después de mi muerte.Ambos morimos en un arroyuelo.¿Quién creyera nuestra suerte?Translation to Enligsh:I discovered my twin brotheronly after my death.We both died in a stream.Who will believe our luck?12Solo aprendi la guitarradespués de mi deceso.¿Mi favorita? Pat Benatar.Su catálogo está grueso.Translation to Enligsh:I only learned the guitarafter my death.My favorite? Pat Benatar.Her catalog is dope.13Emiliano nunca murió.Está libre, en nuestras mentes.Aunque por balas sufrió.Su lucha eterna, vive por siempre.Translation to Enligsh:Emiliano never died.He is free, in our minds.Although by bullets he suffered.His eternal struggle, lives forever.14¡Qué belleza es el tamal!Historia envuelta en hojas.Deliciosa nube de nixtamal,manjar para todas las bocas.Translation to Enligsh:What beauty is the tamal!History wrapped in leaves.Delicious cloud of nixtamal,delicacy for all mouths.15Un ratón, el pulque nos dió.Un hombre lo fermentó.Un pueblo lo disfrutó.Una nación lo adoptó.Translation to Enligsh:A mouse, the pulque gave us.A man fermented it.The people enjoyed it.A nation adopted it.16En vida nos amamos,más juntos no pudimos estar.Ahora muertos bailamospor los besos que no te pude dar.Translation to Enligsh:In life we loved each otherbut together we could not be.Now dead we dancefor the kisses that I couldn't give.Héctor González (he/they) is a queer nonbinary México-born speculative writer living in Austin, TX. 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