Loving in the War Years: Lo Que Nunca Pasó Por Sus Labios

I wouldn't have re-read this if my co-teacher hadn't suggested we assign it in our experimental Queer Writing class, but you know what? It really holds up. And reading it on the heels of a bunch of New Narrative stuff made me think about how queer writers of color like Moraga have been fucking shit up for a LONG time--narrative, genre, gender etc etc--and not getting the cool points for it. What's that about?

I really enjoyed this book, and although I'm generally not a huge fan of poetry these really blew me away. I think I read Loving in the War Years (the poem, not the entire book) about three times back to back because it was just that good.