Francisco X. Alarcon, Chicano poet, professor, critic and editor.
A man of gentle revolutionary nature, loyal friend and authentic sincere writer.
He was born in Los Angeles, grew up in Guadalajara, Mexico, and now lives in the life to come.
Whatever you are now my friend poet, I love and miss you Francisco. Hector Ahumada.

FROM “OF DARK LOVE” by Francisco X. Alarcon
I
there has never been a sun for this love,
lie crazed flower it buds in the dark,
is at once a crow of thorns and
a garland of spring around temples

a fire, a wound, the bitterest fruit,
but also breeze and water-source,
a bite to the soul – your breath,
a treetruk in the current – your chest

make me walk over turbid waters,
be the ax that breaks this lock,
the dew that weeps from trees

if I become mute kissing your thighs
it is that my heart is eagerly searching
your flesh for a new dawning