Due to inclement weather, the Las Odiosas panel and feminist zine debut event was postponed. It will now take place January 20th from 5-8 pm at the Dominican Women’s Development Center (715 W 179 St). Peep the new flyer on IG.
Yours truly will be there to buy some copies of the zine featuring two of my new poems as well as soak up woke vibes from the panelists and artists in attendance.
I am excited about connecting with fellow “weirdos of color”.
Hello interested people of the internet!
Two new poems of mine will be printed in a local (Bronx) women of color issue-focused zine put out by Las Odiosas. Check them out on IG.
The December 9th zine opening will coincide with A Very Feminist Zine: The Woes of Being a “Weirdo” of Colour Panel. This topic is *super* relevant to my entire odd ball existence growing up/today and I’m thrilled/honoured to be a part of the larger conversation. Always interested in making more woke bae friends and artists!
Will post poems on this blog as soon as an approved online version is released. Or I’ll post photos of the paper zine pages.
More work to come in 2018! (I am almost done with writing my first novel).
Luv and blood,
The inaugural Well Read Black Girl Festival, held Saturday September 9th at BRIC, reinvigorated many authors and artists who had the good fortune to attend. The event space was full of dreaming girls, publishers, avid readers, writers, agents, people I have “met” online, cultural comnentators, musicians, poets, nerds, etc. The attendees were esentially a multitude of muli-talented black women. Some choice quotes from the sage like panelists will sit within me every time I write. Gems like, “Where is the room for black joy?” And “This lady just gave birth in what looks like a creek, you can finish this paragraph…sometimes you just have to type.” Thank you universe for bringing me to these women! Now back to the grind of finishing my novel!
December 15, 2015
Greetings Cyber Earthlings!
After a brief pause wherein I experimented with being a modern American, college educated “grown up lady”, I’m back. That shit is mad overrated. The system is fucked no matter how much energy and hard work you toss into it. Honestly, give it a go. Then get the hell out before you become a mediocre shell of the potential woman you feel constantly pulsating beneath your now too-thick skin.
Anyway, I am mostly optimistic and sending my inky children forth into the harsh world of submission guidelines again 🙂 I’ve been targeting online journals, short story contests, feminist blogs, natural hair care magazines, and independent poetry projects. 2016 will be the year of being a “real” writer again for me. I have created a corny inspiration/intention board and everything. I’m looking to join a book club or weekly public reading or whatever. I live in New York now and it’s time to act like it!
Here’s a place that recently accepted my words:
SyZyGy Poetry Online Journal
There’s more to come and I will update accordingly. Keep in touch!
A rare clip of the author publically reading from her first book, FFing, for the first time.
A friend that I met while teaching English abroad in Georgia asked me to read a bit of a poem by the poet Vazha Pshavela for the 150th annual celebration of his works.
Hello people of the internet!
from a dark and seemingly endless slumber.
She has rolled out of bed and into the bleeding new world of 2012. Welcome.
I’ve decided to take this blog and turn it primarily into a promotional hub for my writing and entertainment projects. All of the science inspired posts that you’ve randomly stumbled upon and which filled you no doubt with the joy of multiple nerdgasms have been removed. These experimental pieces will be featured in my next book of poetry, Roanoke, which I’m putting together as we type. I enjoyed working within the self set limits of writing that is constrained to certain themes. Exploring the universe through ink took me on a journey that opened the doors to parts of my mind that were long left dormant.
While I’m setting things up, feel free to explore the written works of yours truly. You can find my brain’s organized linguistic drainage at the following links.
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