This summer, I found myself barely capable of editing Nepantla: A Journal Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color in collaboration with the Lambda Literary Foundation.
I spent my last couple weeks in NYC displaced from my house before moving to Cali (where I couch surfed with friends for a while). Housing was unstable for a few months.
This affects how I sleep, breathe, eat, think, act.
After two months of couches, I finally found a room to sublet. My first night subletting, about fifteen shots were fired outside my window. I hit the floor and crawled into the living room…. In the morning, I heard that police killed my neighbor, Antonio Clements, in Oakland.
As I’m writing this, it has been ten days since that incident. Continue reading