A year ago I realized I wasn’t doing what I set out to do. I wasn’t performing, choreographing, or teaching. I was doing some of those things, some of the time, but none were fully realized.
The following poem was translated from Zarpamos, a selection ofpoems by the Oaxacan poet Guadalupe Ángela, translated from Spanishinto English by Yael Kiken. This...
Ode to Mama’s Mac and Cheese
A recipe passed downfrom her Mamawhen she was twenty-fourand hungry.
Some kind of tomatoes,whatever noodles you can find,and any cheese...
