Remembrance, as it works through the body, moves in shapes and sensations. Remembrance can be an ache, a tickle, a warmth, a cringe, a sigh; it can end up with…
Contemporaries Essays
The Border’s Bright Dead Things: On Ada Limón’s Embodied Poetics
Late in June 2019, like many others worldwide, I viewed, aghast, the photograph of the drowned bodies of 26-year-old Salvadoran migrant Oscar Alberto Martínez Ramírez and his 23-month-old daughter, Valeria….
Black Latina Girlhood Poetics of the Body: Church, Sexuality and Dispossession
Like Xiomara, the teenage protagonist of Elizabeth Acevedo’s poetry novel The Poet X, I was always afraid of getting disciplina — of getting caught up and revealed as an imposter…
Slow Encounter
I Natalie Diaz writes, “In my Mojave culture, many of our songs are maps.” Diaz does not mean this in the sense of a settler colonial map. They do not…
Poetry, Pulse, and the Anthology
It has been over three years since forty-nine people were murdered at Pulse, a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida. Public attention has waned. But for certain communities, it is impossible…
Afro-Boricua Archives: Paperless People and Photo/Poetics as Resistance
In her monograph, Boricua Literature, Lisa Sánchez González argues that in the face of national, colonial, and institutional erasure, Boricuas — the Taíno-derived demonym for Puerto Ricans — find themselves…
The Body of Contemporary Latina/o/x Poetry
Among scholars and teachers of Latina/o/x literature, it has become commonplace in recent years to speak about the vitality of poetry, which has long been subordinated to narrative in research…
Trace Alignment: Object Relations after Ana Mendieta
A Palimpsest of Returns In July 2017, I accompanied twelve students from Oregon State University to Cuba on a study abroad trip. It was also my first trip to Cuba,…
Feeling Like a Bad Trans Object
Being trans in a cis culture means that too many first encounters with oneself come through the shame of exposure. I remember being called gay by kids so many times…
Tasting Embarrassment, or, Liking Leo
I want to embark on a self-conscious exploration of encountering white stardom. To my mind, the white star is objectified as someone else and for someone else, and yet, through…