Quick reflection on “When My Brother Was an Aztec”

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”

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‘A white space is a white space if you let it’

I met up with a close friend for dinner a few weeks ago. We took to Downtown Culver City on a Wednesday night for a pizza and drinks special. On this day--and every day we meet up, really--we reflect and question and appreciate all that has influenced our decisions. We met in college during the … Continue reading ‘A white space is a white space if you let it’