Meditation on a Seam
Nights were salted with the pock- and-punch-punch-punch of sewing needles on cloth, the crease and rustle of pattern paper outlining arms and bodices of other women who’d wear […]
Nights were salted with the pock- and-punch-punch-punch of sewing needles on cloth, the crease and rustle of pattern paper outlining arms and bodices of other women who’d wear […]
Almost at the alley’s elbow, I know the gate of rusted green, the scrabbled beams that anchor flimsy iron sheets to the garage. There used to be a second-hand white Impala tipped with fins, then a cousin’s cast-off Benz, its deep viridian offset in wedding pictures by yards of tulle and creamy orchid sprays. A […]
Luisa A. Igloria talks about her writing time and the writing community she finds in fellowships and retreats.
Luisa A. Igloria talks about her poem “Intimacy deserves a closer look.”
Luisa A. Igloria talks about the sources of the two excerpts she reads from her longer poem “Postcards from the “White City,” which is found in her collection Juan Luna’s Revolver.