Favorite Places In The World – #QC001: Marché Jean-Talon, Montréal, Québec. Montréal has a special place in my heart, so this will probably not be the only time I mention it on this list. It was at the Canadian border, while being questioned by a Douane officer that I admitted something very important. In a faintly […]
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I have a a whopping 8 poems in the latest issue of Assaracus! This issue is pretty awesome and I hope you stop by and visit page 72. Issue 16 of Assaracus: A Journal of Gay Poetry (ISSN: 2159-0478) features work by some of my favorite poets including Glenn Phillips, Dustin Brookshire, Michael Walsh, Philip […]
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Nepantla: A Journal Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color is an intentional community space. Our mission is to nurture, celebrate, and preserve diversity within the queer poetry community. Through this journal, we are attempting to center the lives and experiences of QPOC in contemporary America. Thus, we view the journal (and our reading series) as […]
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I am so grateful to have been given the opportunity to take part in the LLF 2014 Workshop for Emerging LGBT writers. Not only was this respite in the LA haze a wonderful place to explore my own writing, but it also afforded me the time to connect to other talented and generous writers. I […]
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Two Old Ladies at the Met Staring at a Mural After Romare Bearden’s The Block (1971), October 29, 2011 This is art? You don’t think so? I’m asking you. This is what the Met calls art. Is it a painting? I think it’s a collage. Magazine clippings and— The building dressed as neon paint&lights. […]
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Canela and Cream* Her fingerprints left cinnamon on everything she touched especially in the morning. The cabinets, their door pulls the faucet, the counter, the white face of the boy on the box of Farina. On his cardboard pedestal, his porcelain and rose covered in cinnamon mocked me. He looked like a pastry of a […]
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The Birth of Amar The Moon walked along the coast in the same white lace her mother wore the night she was born. While the tide was still low, the Moon lay down, bruising the wet sand beneath her. As her pulse quickened, so did the tide. The foam billowed about ankles. Her toes dug […]
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As a young boy growing up in the South Bronx, I thought it was impossible that I would one day be a writer. I thought it would forever be my guilty pleasure, especially since none of the authors we read in school had a surname like mine. When my guidance counselor expressed to me that I was a gifted writer, it transformed what I believed was possible for myself. This is why organizations like the Lambda Literary Foundation are invaluable. I am starting the next chapter of my life: my first book will be released April 2015, and I was recently selected to attend the 2014 LLF Retreat for Emerging Writers!
I have been offered a scholarship that covers tuition for the residency. Pretty awesome, huh? The scholarship, however, does not cover lodging. This is where you (my favorite person in the whole wide world) can make a tax-deductible donation and make a writer’s dream come true.
I’d like to be able to count on you to make a donation so that I can attend this amazing retreat this summer.
If you are willing to put the link on Facebook, twitter, or any way to reach your network that would also be awesome.
Giving is easy! Simply click on My Fundraising Site address to visit my personal fundraising page where you can read more about the Lambda Literary Foundation and the Emerging Writers Retreat… as well as make a secure donation online.
Thank you for your support!
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What would happen if, as we walked along the shore rocks, I just fell in? What if by fell I mean jumped? Would you follow me down the rabbit hole or ask for help? And when you asked for help (which I am sure you would) would you stand there watching me become bubbles until someone walked by […]
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The Block It’s not true that you can’t see stars out here. The block is a stage where we put on plays starring triple threats everyday. Multiple job-having, child-raising, lovemaking barely old enough to see-n-say. Even though bedtime has been dreaming for hours, little boys and girls tap dance profanity, pampers and paraphernalia in the […]
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