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La Tolteca 2.0 #4 Aug.21, 2020 August 21, 2020 – Posted in: Blog, recent

Issue #4, August 21, 2020 Welcome to our fourth issue.  Featured here are Chi-Town creatives!  So much is happening in Chicago this summer.  We send our love & hope for continued strength to that American of American cities. Included in this issue we introduce Creative Guadalupe Chairez. Also included poets Marcelo Castillo, Mary K. Hawley and Mike Puican, Academic and Curandera Laura de los Santos, and Writer Sandra Jackson-Opoku   We are celebrating life in…

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“Words like bloody flags in my wake…” May 17, 2020 – Posted in: Blog

Hello, hola–whoever checks in during these dark times. If you have a journal and haven’t been using it this is the time.  If you don’t have a journal but would like to  journal  loose pages will do, a roll of paper will do.  If you prefer to work on a iPad, Notebook, your phone or laptop, computer…  date it and take off. Some guidelines I came up for myself since day one–no censorship, don’t worry…

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Sending all best wishes to stay safe & sound April 30, 2020 – Posted in: Blog

  Do follow me on Instagram the official Ana Castillo.  Or if you wish, FB. Be warned, I’m opinionated.  I don’t care to debate with anyone.  I’m not on social media for the sake of hearing from haters or professional trolls.  Stalkers sent back to their private hells.  All people of consciousness welcome.

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Before Poetry Month ends… April 17, 2020 – Posted in: Blog

  I hope readers here are staying safe & well.  We are all mostly home these days.  I’ll be posting a few prompts & exercises for writing poems here over the next days.  In the meantime, I’d like to share with you again a poem I wrote in 2018.  It was written on the occasion the inauguration of the first African American woman president of my alma mater in Chicago, NEIU.  I was invited to…

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Holy Week. & a Not So Holy Poem April 6, 2020 – Posted in: Blog

Two Men and Me  I left Bukowski again, went back to Bolaño, both men bad to their women.  Me, like the rest, couldn’t get enough. Both smoked and drank themselves to death.  They liked it rough, said that was how they got their best writing done. One winter we all ended up in hell, ran into each other at a café.  [REVISION: bar, public bath…FILL IN THE BLANK.]  Chuck wanted to fuck.  Roberto punched him…

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