Houston writer of Argentine heritage: stories on multiculturalism, language and love. Two novels out. Looking to publish the third. While I earn my PhD at UH.
@maddiecalls @poetswritersinc While you frame this well-earned recognition, Maddie, a literary fiction writer wonders if you are considering that "occasional novel" you mention on the GCP agent page. I would appreciate the chance for you to read the opening pages. PS: So glad I found my Twitter login . . .
Open your eyes. Over you stands an eagle-looking priest with an obsidian knife in his hand, ready to cut open your chest from throat to stomach. It’s for a god you do not believe in, but because your hands are tied, you better believe.
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A poignant question, and I seem to have but an hour to ponder the thought. Thus I invite you to take your index finger and run it along the cracks of your vanity mirror, get it out of your matrix. This one’s on the penny side to-day. Ride.
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Right now there are many mentor-individuals in my life, of all ages, people who fill me with joy or encouragement or wisdom. Many Athenas and Mentors. https://t.co/xU9rZkVZdg #mentor#mentorship#writing
For a powerful narrative set in postcolonial India, told by two powerful minds, one pair stands to be compared. Mircea Eliade’s 1933 Bengal Nights and Maitreyi Devi’s 1974 It Does Not Die. https://t.co/tY2KL4Ogrz
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On a rock by the water, seagulls cawed overhead. The days were chill. The nights were warm. The four friends who were together the previous week had disbanded. Now, in Sicilia, Axel and I would amble in and out of museums and cafes for beers.
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Lavender fields brushed the side of the island of Hvar. It made us feel calm, those handful of nights in paradise. Argentina had been knocked out of the Cup. Threatened were the vibes. But dinner would that night turn things around.
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After interminable edits, formatting marathons, and emails during breaks between class to lay down the marketing bricks of this project, it is done. Paperback out now!
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Last Friday night, in bed with a cup of chamomile tea, I finished the last chapter of Elena Ferrante's Neapolitan Quartet. Today, the four books in the series mean a lot to me. They probably will for a long, long time.
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The girl facing me was called Conchela. She had a heart-shaped face and a ponytail so tightly pulled back that it was hard to tell where her forehead ended and her hairline receded.
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Russia carved a seal upon my head. For months, maybe years, the biggest oddest reddest whitest bluest most fascinating country in the world (at the time, still today?) had called to me.
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You have to be a poet to do just about anything.
You have to be a poet to translate another’s words. Only poets care enough about language to clearly convey one person’s thought to a different person’s understanding.
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Debut. Novel. Out. Now. On Amazon Kindle, and the Kindle App. Follow three musicians fresh out of college, as they backpack across a panoply of Europe's finest cities--getting drunk, enlightened, beside themselves in ecstasy.
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This narrator takes liberties with his puns, but not with this hor-service. (from: The Summer Abroad, a novel. Coming out TOMORROW.)
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The present tense is the strongest tense. Used well, it can span all time. In my case, it is good practice. What is your present tense?
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