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May
7

13 Ingredients for HAPPINESS & JOY

1. JOURNEY: to the bookstore, to the mountains, to a new part of town. Adventure into places unknown to you (near & far). Delve into the mystery of your own heart, soul, body and mind. Be committed to the great journey of your…

Mar
7

When You’re Free

Freedom. What does that word conjure for you? What is free, anyway? Who is free? As I opened up my blog today, the phrase “When You’re Free” popped into my head as a title. I was thinking about myself in this precise moment.…

Apr
9

A Love Letter to Guatemala

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Dear You, Thank you. Thank you, for your rumbling clouds, big like blue whales, hiding so much mystery & secret, as my plane descended. Thank you, for the sunset that greeted me hello upon arrival. The big ball of orange fire sinking so…

Mar
12

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last night I read a poem written by another poet, Alexis Pauline Gumbs. i embodied this poem with my own breath, my own flesh, my tongue. i let it live inside me. i let it breathe out like a ceremony. after my reading,…

Mar
9

& it begins

in the last month, the universe has asked me to honor my gift. it began when my first book arrived in the mail, my first participation in an anthology! it continued as i printed out my very first self-published chapbook: This Body, Our…

Feb
10

Why I’m Grateful for Sandra Cisneros

“I think all books are medicine, and and they are meant for a person who has an ailment of a certain kind.” -Sandra Cisneros I’m fifteen the year my English teacher assigns The House on Mango Street for our reading. This was the…

Feb
3

Sometimes We Forget Our Magic

Circles. Wombs. Magic. Death. Creation. My womb sheds cells every month. Builds & sheds, builds & sheds. I’ve held nothing inside of me, I’ve created nothing from the blood of me. And I’ve forgotten my magic; I’ve forgotten how magical it is that…

Aug
1

An Opening

In 2012, I submitted an application for the PEN Emerging Voices Fellowship. I couldn’t shake, back then, the feeling that I had no idea what I was doing. And tonight, a year later, I still can’t rid myself of the sensation that I’m…

Apr
15

What Poets Can Do with their Magic

A week ago, a torrent of tears and fears were moving through me. Like any storm, mine was just a thing passing through, filling me up with thunder and lightning and darkness: East, West, North, and South. I lit candles. I felt confused and vulnerable; I…

Apr
7

How You’ll Transform When You Call Yourself a Writer

For the last decade, I shrugged my shoulders anytime someone asked me if I was a writer. I’d say, “Not really” or “Sorta” or “I used to write.” Partial became my identity. My words were my reality and my truth, and I was…