Tag: Black Lawrence Press
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book news & co.
Excited to share that my next book, we say Yes way before you, is forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press in March 2020! You can read about the project as well as two poems from it in this profile. Special thanks to Diane Goettel and the BLP crew for being so welcoming! Been sitting on this […]
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dispatch: last week’s events & this week’s thoughts
Just a quick post to share the recordings from last week’s events! First up is the Far Villages Anthology Talk, “Poetry as a Way of Seeing the World.” I joined Gillian Parrish, and Kathryn Hummel for a conversation moderated by the insightful Abayomi Animashaun. Our conversation included a discussion of what we termed the “empathetic […]
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dispatch: virtual events this week!
A quick post sharing info on a few events I’ll be a part of this week: First, I’m excited to be a part of a talk celebrating the anthology Far Villages: Welcome Essays for New and Beginner Poets (Black Lawrence Press). Here’s the full info: Tuesday, 10/27 @ 8PM EDT–Talk: Poetry as a Way of […]
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new essay published: excerpt
This week I’m proud to share an excerpt from my essay “Keeping the Conversation Going, or Some Stories I Can’t Tell Without Rolling My R’s: A Meditation on Latinidad, Disdentification, & Some Poems” which was recently included in the anthology Far Villages: Welcome Essays for New and Beginner Poets edited by Abayomi Animashaun and published […]
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microreview: Primitivity by Amy Sayre Baptista
review by José Angel Araguz The flash fiction sequence that makes up Primitivity (Black Lawrence Press) by Amy Sayre Baptista explores a Southern Gothic tradition of storytelling in pieces that are voice-driven and immersive. Using voice in a near-alchemical capacity, Baptista’s characters come to life through phrasing and presence. Take this short passage from the […]
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* the staying noise of jürgen becker
Hell, Sartre Said, Is Other People – Jürgen Becker L’heure bleu, it could be, but it’s the do-it-yourself handyman who makes the mood for his and my evening. Powerless this entire building – seventh, eleventh, fourteenth floor; the man drills into the walls, yet no one sees him. In case I see him, I’ll, I’ll […]
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