M A R C O  V I L L A L O B O S
was born under quetzalcoatl the feathered serpent in 1973 and spent his Woodlàn, Califas, childhood learning about heart among con men, homeboys, and barrio grandmothers full of love. He’s studied academic and antidemic alphabets and today writes “to get plymouth rock and ivory towers the fuck up off my back.” He moved to Crooklàndia, New Jork, in order to escape a Tijuana deportation and has since become a National Hispanic Scholarship Fund recipient with work at Indieplanet.com, Brooklyn Bridge magazine, Stress magazine, and various small press publications, none of which matter more than the now defunct Tortilla.