Birth Day
Thirty-eight years ago I made my debut Your lives resetting yet again My arrival A new beginning for you Your second child But only daughter It was spring and the moon was waxing Hours of painstaking labor later I...
Tag: #writerofcolor
Vibrations of Being
All is new, I feel the energy of life flowing. Kept promises. Listening, learning, growing, moving, embracing, becoming. The heart and the brain communicate. Facing tears, solitude, sadness, pains. Moments of laughter, joy, happiness, gains. Existence is vibrating. ...
Un mango maduro de dolor compartido
El mango pesado, un sol magullado cuelga bajo, un corazón henchido de la húmeda pena de tardes donde las cigarras zumban un lento canto fúnebre, una hoja susurrante y quebradiza. Llora. Esta fruta, una lágrima melosa y ambarina, un...
Fortuna
Estoy cocinando un poema. El verano hace pulular la salsa en la olla. La tarde destella mariposas migrantes, puntos intermitentes que danzan el curso del sol. Hay un crepúsculo irresistible como el velo en la sensualidad, las rosas...
So, like, what are you?
I am my mother’s daughter I am my mother’s mother’s daughter I am my mother’s mother’s mother’s daughter Tengo a Claudia en mi sangre A Susana Emma y a las demás (Que nunca conocí en persona) Pero las siento...
THE COLOR OF MY WRITING
“You do not belong here.” – Jaquira Díaz In my America Earlier this year, as I delved into the personal essay form, I couldn’t help but gasp when I read the following lines in a piece written by Jaquira Díaz:...