Two days in And they give her A nickname Two syllables instead Of three— Her given name too full Of beauty, of vowel, of nuance. High school begins. Fresh start. The time we throw on new identities The time we suppress the old. I’m not allowed hugs What makes me think I can have names? … More Nicked Named (a poem)
I’m from the land of no apologies of no forgiveness of something you did when you were seven being held against you from set bed times and daily chores: that one load of laundry, empty the trash, sweep the floor nothing in the sink; nothing on the floor perfection A family of Latinas who call … More Daughter Lands Borders
is my newest personal essay up on Rabble Lit. I love this journal and the work they publish. It continually makes me feel like my perspective–my own working class background now has a voice and I appreciate that. I’m glad they wanted a piece on teaching in prison.
If I was in Los Angeles tomorrow, I’d be reading in this. I’m unfortunately not going to be in town. However, if you are in Los Angeles—do yourself a favor and go. You’ll hear some amazing poets that will blow your mind away. Happy to be in the same pages as these poets. An honor … More Leimert Park Anthology
When I first heard of the concept of this journal I was all in immediately. It’s something my work has always had to struggle with. Where do you fit as a literary writer when you’re kind of punk ass at the same time? Can you be academic when you’re throwing out references to children’s literature? … More Rabble Lit & Happy May Day