Listen. Offer help. Don't give up.
I envision this blog to be a place where my worlds collide. Where I write about the marginalia on the edges, and the threads I follow. I am lucky to be a part of a diverse cross-section of communities. My theory is that growing up in a household with immigrant parents of two different cultures, in a suburban house in, like totally, the valley, (yes, Moon Unit Zappa’s valley), and then spending my high school years in Ecuador, gave me the skills to reconcile a complex identity within myself, and to navigate cultures other than mine.
I am the daughter of a hairdresser and an airline mechanic, who were immigrants from Ecuador and Czechoslovakia (the short answer, much more complicated, and to be explored.) I am a poet, a Buddhist, queer, a craftivist, a feminist, and a senior museum educator at LACMA. I am a member of Macondo Writers Workshop, the writers group Lezarati, and I was in residence at Hedgebrook, a retreat from women writers. My work has appeared in journals and anthologies such as Grand Street, Blue Mesa Review, Mischief, Caprice, and Other Poetic Strategies (Red Hen Press) and I am the author of the chapbook The Day I Wore the Red Coat (VCP Press, 2001). I translated poet Mariano Zaro's book, Tres Letras (Walrus) into English. I have performed throughout Los Angeles, most recently as part of "the sincere and fabulous community celebrations" of The Secret City. I live in the Eagle Rock neighborhood of Los Angeles, California with the best roommates ever, two cats named Otto and Fritz, (named for Otto Dix and Fritz Lang) where I brew kombucha and other musings.
All photos on this site were taken by Alicia Vogl Saenz unless otherwise noted.