Excerpt from

Green Chile



I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door, 
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.




Jimmy Santiago Baca's homepage

Jimmy Santiago Baca at Academy of American Poets

Jimmy Santiago Baca at Poetry Foundation

From an interview in Kenyon Review :
Jimmy, I'm interested in your literacy narrative, which seems to be so much a part of who you are and how you became a writer--triumph through education and perseverance. Can you talk a little bit about your early years in prison and coming to a love of language there?

I was institutionalized from age five to thirty years, first in an orphanage and then in prison. I kept running away and escaping and escaping and escaping ...I had tried to escape so many times. When I got to prison I refused to work; I wanted to learn--I wanted an education. I was ready to give my life for an education. A man named Jimmy Green taught me poetry. He walked into the library, and they killed him because he wanted to get a book.

"I Am Offering This Poem"