#nepantla

[godzilla-reads]

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

[lacalaveracatrina]

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.

[thetendertongue]

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

[king-sassy08]

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

[villings]

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.

[m-a-n-d-u-s-a]

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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[lifeinpoetry]

my life was a never ending prayer, asking for / forgiveness.

Nghiem Tran, from “Winter, 8 pm,” published in Nepantla