Way back in October I began reading Natalie Diaz’s poetry collection, When My Brother Was an Aztec. It was on my radar for sometime. Finally, I jumped into it, and found, to my surprise, more confidence in my voice as a neurodivergent poet. I finished it this past weekend. The second section of the book--intimately … Continue reading Quick reflection on “When My Brother Was an Aztec”
I've been concerned about a few questions since last summer. Before a poet, I was an athlete. With sports, namely soccer, came a relentless expectation to be unfeeling, disciplined, and physical. As I write this, I’m reminded that both sports and poetry call on the body and mind in similar ways. I'm grappling now in … Continue reading Before poet, I was athlete
“What does the body hold? And where?” my poet friend offered to the room as she read her free write exercise. I listened, thought deeply. In the privacy of my journal, later, I added, “How does the body release? And when?”. I’ve always been concerned about the body, and it’s uncompromising betrayal. I’ve got a … Continue reading Body as Countdown to Explosion
Last week, for the entire week, I was at The Home School Claremont 2017, writing and workshopping my poems with poets from all over the country. It was exhausting. Each night, I stayed up late to generate a new poem for workshop the next day. I hardly slept, and didn't eat too well. I got … Continue reading I wrote a poem about Donald Trump
Reader, I'm committing to writing one essay per week this 2017. In what I hope proves to be a generative exercise--a launching pad for practice as an essayist and poet--this challenge comes to me from a VONA/Voices colleague, Vanessa Martir, who I had the pleasure of meeting in Miami this past summer. Adelante.