I spent a few good days in Puerto Rico last week, where I got a chance to slow down, soak up the sun, wade in warm waters. The trip was nourishing on many levels. Being (and wanting to be) a stranger in a different place does something to the self: it temporarily frees you up from several ties, as you suspend your “normal” judgments on how the world works. But only for a brief moment, you remind yourself.
I came across The Poet’s Passage in Old San Juan owned by the poet Lady Lee Andrews and her husband, who’s also an artist. There were books and poems on the wall, different works of art, a section for an open mic and “statement tiles” as I’d like to call them. Here’s one I found that’s perfect for this blog:
I’m back in the Bay now, so the usual literary pieces and book reviews are well on their way (apologies for pieces that were published by mistake!). Until then, happy reading!
A queer Pinay immigrant writing and reading for liberation.