I’m enjoying this collection of poetry- Nepantla: An Anthology for Queer Poets of Color edited by Christopher Soto



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I’m enjoying this collection of poetry- Nepantla: An Anthology for Queer Poets of Color edited by Christopher Soto
In the Nahuatl language spoken by Indigenous Mexicans, the word nepantla describes an in-between space. It's a liminal threshold where a transition is in process. The old ways have fallen away, but the new ways are not yet fully formed. It's unsettling and perhaps confusing, yet seeded with the potential for creative change. I suspect you are now in a state resembling nepantla, Taurus. Please understand that this isn’t a crisis. It’s a chrysalis. Any discomfort you feel is not a sign of failure, but a harbinger of the wisdom and power that will come by molting the identity you have outgrown. I hope you will honor the rawness and speak tenderly to yourself. You are not lost; you are mid-ritual.
nepantla — from Chicano and Latino anthropology, social commentary, criticism, literature, and art: in-betweenness; a space between worlds, cultures, identities, languages, belief systems; a condition of spiritual, emotional, or cultural border-crossing; the space between two figurative or literal bodies of water; being between two cultures, particularly one's original culture and the dominant one; a site of struggle, but also creativity and potential rebirth
FUCK nobody told me it was 10 already. I'm still fucking around on serirei tag instead of looking for sources. Anybody know anything good on nepantla or alterity
Los puentes son umbrales a otras realidades, símbolos arquetípicos, primitivos de la conciencia cambiante. Son pasajes, conductos y conectores que conotan la transición, el cruce de fronteras y las perspectivas cambiantes. Los puentes abarcan espacios que comunican entre mundos, espacios que llamo nepantla, una palabra náhuatl que significa tierra entre medio. Las transformaciones ocurren en este espacio intermedio, un espacio inestable, impredecible, precario, siempre en transición, que carece de límites claros.
feed me starving by Caleb Luna
“i used to be
245” he tells me
like my middle
school husky pants is i
guess a lot to
weigh and lifts his
shirt, puts my
hand on his
soft flat stomach,
says “i want it
a little harder,” asks
me what size
shirt i wear and how
much i weigh
i only know
the answer to
one of these questions,
tells me “i’m
gonna make you bigger,”
gets on top and puts his
dainty Danish, tiny tart in my
mouth, just before his tongue,
a garnish of delight and approval i could
feast on forever, no
calories and
later (when i’ve
left and this is
no longer hot) i wonder
why he wants
to make me fatter
and shrink himself, what
am i ingesting that
is just his digestion,
baby bird of
desperation and no self-love
so i can
be his hard
-on in the sheets and harassed in the
streets, effigy of disgust and
confusion, so he can
be lean and
hot, “verse, but I
only top chubs”
thinness and penetration don’t have to
be about power but why does this make
me feel so dis(sed)empowered and
who is fucking him when
he’s not fuckin me and what’s
their shirt size, how thin do you have to be
to be loved and when
will he text
me back i’m
hungry
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my life was a never ending prayer, asking for / forgiveness.
Nghiem Tran, from “Winter, 8 pm,” published in Nepantla