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”
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.
So, blogging university said to put together a nice, little plan for what I'll be positing on my blog. Be aware, this blog is still in the works. I apologize for the randomness. But I appreciate your reading and engagement. I'll be sure to return the love! So, here it is, a somewhat plan in … Continue reading Dear Beautiful Readers, I present to you my editorial plans