looking at yane
compelled to tell my story
after twenty-five flowers fill my vase
Salsa in my blood, Merengue in my soul
winter: chills my bones, stops my thoughts
born in the heat of May, yane
if you can’t see me it’s because I’m hiding
when the lights come on, I can’t speak:
Courage! They shout, I stand and say my name
Why this Poetry Blog?
“Like every other form of art, literature is no more and nothing less than a matter of life and death.” -Mavis Gallant
When I first read these words by Mavis Gallant in a high school literature class I was captivated by their profound power; however, it was not until I decided to become a poet and begin a poetry blog that I began to understand them.
I began writing poetry first in Spanish when I lived in Cuba and Venezuela and later in English when I moved to Miami, Florida. Nonetheless, I was persuaded by my family to pursue a career in science because writers have a hard time making money. Therefore, I enrolled and graduated with an Honors B.S. in Chemistry from Barry University (May 2008). My promising career in chemistry was short lived, immediately after graduation I moved to Toronto, Canada, where, away from external pressure, I decided to study what I had always felt was my destiny. A couple of years later, I completed an Honors B.A. in English (October 2012), quickly followed by an Honors B.A. in Creative Writing (Summer 2013) from York University in Toronto.
Now, as a writer I see myself as a newborn baby, taking in the world and being surprised by it. When I write I want the reader to feel vulnerable, without control, at the mercy of his/her existence, and still find hope and a reason to continue on. I feel it is reasonable to feel panic and anxiety, to be ruled by our emotions at times. When we let reason take a back seat sometimes we can emerge from the experience knowing something about ourselves that was hidden by our rational restraints.
I decided to write this poetry blog at this point in my life to place myself in a position of vulnerability. To be open to criticism and transparent in my thoughts. I am terrified and exhilarated every time I publish a post because every letter I write carries a piece of me within it.The people who join me in this adventure will know things about me that many of my acquaintances, who have not been exposed to my writing, will never know. I am content my poems are out of my protection and available for reading.
So, going back to Mavis Gallant and her words of wisdom, what Mavis was referring to in her quote was that a work of art cannot be forced into existence because the result is not worth the struggle. And she is right, but over the years her words have taken another meaning for me. The more I write, the more I need to write, to the point where writing has become a necessity. I am compelled to write otherwise I suffer from the weight of words inside me.
Presently, I am back in Miami. I work as a professional writer and content editor for a company and as freelancer.
I welcome other poetry bloggers to engage with my writing.