Let's poem each other through the language of thriving.
Celebrate our unique tongue, throat & lung.
In this 2-hour generative poetry workshop we will gather explore the works of local poets and beyond for inspiration. At the end of our gathering you will leave with a full-bodied poem that you can take with you and expand upon.
What to expect:
• A dedicated time and space for writing & learning honoring slowing down to pay attention to what lives in us and around us.• We will read work from local queer poets that have shaped, continue our literary landscape & beyond.• Focusing on our language of thriving we will write and share original poetry.• This workshop is for all levels no experience in poetry necessary. However, curiosity and commitment are required.
A Celebration of Queer Poetics seeks to honor & nurture a loving tender space for our collective poetics. Continuing to cultivate medicine from craft, reimagining & creating a more loving mundito within our little mundito. We are a migrating space celebrating a queer poetics, recognizing the miraculous of the queer BIPOCX.
Lourdes Figueroa is a queer chicanx oral poet & poetry filmmaker whose work reflects theirfamily's experiences in el azadón— tilling the soil under the sun, in Yolo County. Based in the Bay Area, they have served as a family case manager, domestic violence advocate, housing advocate, interpreter, translator, and community organizer. Lourdes is the author of the chapbooks yolotl, Ruidos = To Learn Speak, Vuelta, and most recent with La Universidad Autónoma De Nuevo León their long verse poem I will kiss your mouth b/w the overgrown Milpa. They are a recipient of Nomadic Press Bay Area Literature Award for Poetry. Discover their latest poetry film Las Marimacha Fragments made in collaboration with Filmmaker Peggy Peralta within 3rd Thing's Press A Good Symptom: A Serial Anthology of Time Based Disturbances. Lourdes celebrates your pocha marimachita tongue. A native of limbo nation, theycontinue to believe in your lung & your throat.
"Is it that we come in vain to live, to sprout over the earth?
Let us leave at least flowers, at least songs" - Nezahualcóyotl