I am now a married woman, and it feels great! I’ve been married for almost a month, and trying to figure out what the future looks like now. I’m almost finished with my year-long translation project and trying to line up the next big thing, or even a few smaller things. Right now I’ve got… Continue reading Anyone Need a Writer?
This week brought a lull for poetry. I slowed down on writing and tried to get caught up in everything else that isn’t poetry related. A lot of translation, a lot of French homework, putting intentional effort into friendships, and getting intentional rest. It’s a hard point in the semester now, but this weekend… Continue reading Zippers
It’s been snowing a lot this week. As usual, winter makes me feel melancholy and quiet, but having snow added to the cold makes me feel poetic as well. I’ve been starting the editing process for some of my Capstone poems and it’s exciting to see the pieces come together. I’ve also been looking at… Continue reading Dreaming of Warmer Days
The words become a wall, a blanket, a shawl. We hide under them and laugh like children. This is a clip from my poem “I Speak to my Fiance in Spanish”. I think I mentioned that my collection of poetry this semester is all about being between cultures. A lot of them are about being… Continue reading What Words Are
This is my final semester of college, and I’m knee-deep in huge projects. I am writing a chapbook of bilingual poetry, each poem written in English and Spanish, about my life as a Third Culture Kid living between Mexico and the United States. I’ll also be attempting to put together a full poetry manuscript with… Continue reading Another Ending
After leaving Argentina I spent my summer touring the United States, spending time in Illinois, Colorado, Arizona, Texas and the in between states. I got to spend the time with my amazing fiance. We got much needed time in the same place, learning how to be a not-long-distance couple. It was a ton of fun,… Continue reading Summer’s End
Querido Buenos Aires, No voy a extrañar las veredas rotas, agua ensuciandome cada vez que camino en los restos de tus lagrimas de lluvia. Sé que es dificil decir adios, pero ¿tuviste que abrir los cielos e inundar las calles para mi último fin de semana? No estaba lista para encerrarme y observar la lluvia… Continue reading Una Despedida A Buenos Aires