Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, September 13, 2026

“Jaguar” por Xánath Caraza

“Jaguar” por Xánath Caraza

 

Xanath Caraza

Jaguar

 

Canta en mi penumbra

e inunda de flores mi voz.

 

Que las voces de las abuelas

me arrullen en las noches sin luna.

 

Que tus rugidos resuenen

en la bóveda vacía de esta jungla.

 

Que se vaya la oscuridad,

los abuelos llenen de luz la mañana.

 

¡Trae poesía, Jaguar!

Y con ella el viento del sur.

 

In xóchitl in cuicatl enredada

en mi larga cabellera negra.

 

Viento dulce y aroma a jazmín

hasta mi adolorido corazón.

 

Que el norte, sur, este y oeste

escuchen tu sonoro canto.

 

Abrázame, Jaguar, envuélveme

con tus poderosas garras.

 

 

Xanath Caraza

Jaguar

 

Sing in my penumbra

and flood my voice with flowers.

 

May the voices of the grandmothers

lull me to sleep on moonless nights.

 

May your roars reverberate

in the empty dome of this jungle.

 

May darkness depart

and grandfathers fill the morning with light.

 

Bring poetry, Jaguar!

And with it the wind of the south.

 

In xochitl in cuicatl entangled

in my long black hair.

 

Sweet wind and scent of jasmine

reach my yearning heart.

 

May the north, south, east, and west

hear your resonant song.

 

Embrace me, Jaguar, cloak me

in your powerful claws.

 

 

Xanath Caraza

“Jaguar / Jaguar” están incluidos en el poemario Balamkú (2019). Traducido al inglés por Sandra Kingery.

 

In 2020 Balamkú received second place for the Juan Felipe Herrera Best Book of Poetry Award by the International Latino Book Awards.

 

Balamkú (Es una zona maya del estado de Campeche en México) significa: el templo del jaguar

 

 

Sunday, September 06, 2026

De _Hudson_ Poema 1 por Xánath Caraza

De _Hudson_ Poema 1 por Xánath Caraza

 

Xanath Caraza

1.

 

Desde la muerte nace la luz:

en sus espesas aguas

se enreda la niebla.

 

El tiempo se fractura

con la corriente y

Caronte abre los brazos.

 

Xanath Caraza

1.

 

Out of death is born the light:

fog entangled

in its heavy waters.

 

Time is fractured

upon the current and

Charon opens his arms.

 

Xanath Caraza

Ambas versiones del poema 1 son parte de la colección bilingüe Hudson (Editorial Nazarí, 2018) de Xánath Caraza. Traducido al inglés por Sandra Kingery. Hudson recibió Segundo Lugar como Mejor Libro de Poesía en español por un autor en 2019 para los International Latino Book Awards: Second Place: “Best Poetry Book—One Author—Spanish”, 2019 International Latino Book Awards. Imágenes por Xánath Caraza.

Hudson by Xanath Caraza

 
Xanath Caraza

Tuesday, September 01, 2026

La Bloga Spotlights Poets Laureate

Keeping Poetry Alive: Poets Laureate Across the Nation

Michael Sedano

La Bloga launches a series spotlighting Poets Laureate and their work to foster literacy and poetry in their community or state. Inspired by the Laureate program in Altadena, California, La Bloga encourages other communities to establish a Laureateship.

Who Are Laureates?

The United States Congress supports a Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress, more readily known as the US Poet Laureate. The Consultancy, dating to 1947 (link  https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/who-are-the-united-states-poet-laureate-consultants-in-poetry) features a roster of esteemed poets. The US Laureateship has bestowed its honor recently on leading voices such as Juan Felipe Herrera, Ada Limon, Joy Harjo. 

Fifty US states and the Navajo nation appoint Poets Laureate. Numerous communities recognize local writers as their Poet Laureate. There’s a widespread poetry community in our culture, as this roster of state Laureates illustrates (link  https://poets.org/text/current-us-and-state-poets-laureate )

Spotlight on:

Today, La Bloga-Tuesday is happy to feature José B. González, Poet Laureate of Connecticut. The state has a State Troubador and a Laureate. According to the state’s website, 

Connecticut’s State Troubadour and Poets Laureate are ambassadors of the arts. These inspiring artists are nominated by Connecticut residents and evaluated by a peer panel and the Connecticut Office of the Arts (COA) for their distinction within their fields, portfolios of work, and contributions to the arts community. The COA is committed to building a community that is respectful and responsive to the diverse talents, skills, and abilities of all people.


González’ recognition is well-earned. A Macondo alumnus, José founded the notable Latina Latino  literary resource, Latino Stories (link https://latinostories.com ), which has been sharing literary news and insights for twenty years. La Bloga reached out to Laureate González and he shares the following:

When I first got the news about being a state poet laureate, I heard the ancestors rejoicing in their native tongues. I hope to remind those who need reminding that "immigrant" is not a dirty word, but that it is a word full of honor, sacrifice and dignity. I am proud of running LatinoStories.Com and celebrating La Raza authors for over 20 years. La Bloga is the only site that has done it for longer. And the way I see it, when I get an honor like this one, it's because someone took the time to say let's take a moment to read and listen to him. This is all a round-about way of saying, thank you to La Bloga for all you do.


Meet the Laureate

Connecticut’s Poet Laureate, José B. González is one of the most sought after speakers in the U.S today. He was born in San Salvador, El Salvador and immigrated to New London, Connecticut at the age of eight.  He knew no English and now holds a Ph.D. in English. A nationally known speaker, Dr. González has presented at various colleges such as Harvard, Rutgers, and Cornell University; countries including Mexico, Spain, and El Salvador; and institutions including the Smithsonian Latino Center and the Smithsonian Museum of the American Indian. He has been a featured Moth storyteller, a contributor to National Public Radio and has published poetry in such journals as Boston Review, Quercus Review, Callaloo, and Acentos Review, and anthologies including the Norton Introduction to Literature,  Theatre Under My Skin: Contemporary Salvadoran Poetry, Wandering Song: Central American Writing in the United States, and Latino Boom: An Anthology of U.S. Latino Literature, which he also co-edited. His poetry was a part of the first ever Latino exhibit at the Smithsonian American History Museum.

A Fulbright Scholar, he has received national and regional awards for his teaching, for his efforts to improve the conditions of Latinos pursuing a college degree or a career in higher education, and for his poetry. One of the major Salvadoran-American poets in the U.S., he is the author of the poetry collections, Toys Made of Rock (Bilingual Press), and When Love Was Reels (Arte Publico), and is the founder and editor of LatinoStories.Com.

Dr. González infuses his presentations with a mix of poetry, humor and social commentary. He holds a Master’s in Teaching English from Brown University and a Ph.D. in English from the University of Rhode Island and is an alumnus of Sandra Cisneros’ Macondo Writers Workshop.


Connecticut Poet Laureate Online Floricanto

English Words from https://www.splitthisrock.org/poetry-database/poem/english-words

By José B. González

my mouth agape           for these english words          made of stone
their sharpness              could split my tongue,            but one by one
i’ll use them                     to build a wall,                           one by one
i’ll stack them                 on top of each other                smooth them
and scrape way              the sounds that                         silence me.

 

Breaking away to the u.s. from https://poets.org/poem/breaking-away-us

José B. González

finally,
a day so perfect that
this morning’s awakening bombs
are overtaken by a woman’s wind chimes
of “tamales, tamales.”

on the way to the airport
iguanas hang upside down,
even they smile.

along farms and fields
rotten bullet seeds
are overtaken by flowering weeds.

on the side of the highway
a tall Maquilishuat tree gives
birth to premature pink petals
&
inside a plane headed north,
yani & i fly so high
that we can’t tell
cornfields from fences;
it’s such a perfect
final day.

From Toys Made of Rock (Bilingual Press/Editorial Bilingüe, 2015). Copyright © 2015 by José B. González. Used with the permission of Bilingual Press/Editorial Bilingüe.

 

Read more of José B. González work at this page (link).https://josebgonzalez.com/sample-publications/


 

Sunday, August 30, 2026

“Ascalapha odorata” por Xánath Caraza

“Ascalapha odorata” por Xánath Caraza

 

"Ascalapha odorata" por Xanath Caraza

 

Ascalapha odorata

 

“Regina dio un grito en medio de la oscuridad y el aleteo cesó por un instante. Entró a la casa de su niñez cerca de las tres de la mañana. No quería hacer ruido para no despertar a su madre. Había entrado sigilosamente evitando tropezar con los muebles de los cuales recordaba con exactitud su ubicación. En medio de la oscuridad y para su sorpresa, un ruido que identificó como graznido, la recibió en la sala. A continuación sintió un aleteo alborotado en el rostro, se le erizó la piel y el corazón se le aceleró. Recordó que de niña se había quedado encerrada en el baño del traspatio junto con tres mariposas negras que más bien parecían murciélagos. En realidad eran polillas tropicales, Ascalapha odorata. Recordó el aletear enloquecido de las mariposas negras, como ella les llamaba, precisamente frente a su cara, también en la oscuridad, pero el aleteo de esta noche, además de inesperado, era pesado, se distinguía por el sonido que provocaba el aire entre las plumas y el abrir y cerrar de lo que parecían ser un par de alas.”

 

Fragmento del cuento “Ascalapha odorata / Ascalapha odorata” incluido en Metztli de Xánath Caraza (Capítulo Siete, 2018). Traducido por Sandra Kingery y Kaitlyn Hipple. Metztli recibió Segundo Lugar como Mejor Colección de Cuento en español para los International Latino Book Awards en 2019.

 

Imagen por New Letters on the Air.

 

"Ascalapha odorata" por Xanath Caraza

 

Ascalapha odorata

 

“Regina let out a scream in the midst of the darkness and for a moment the fluttering stopped. She had entered her childhood home at around 3:00 in the morning. She didn’t want to make any noise so as not to wake her mother. She had snuck inside quietly, avoiding bumping into the furniture, the location of which she remembered exactly. To her surprise, a squawk-like sound in the middle of the darkness welcomed her into the living room. Immediately after that, she felt a frenetic fluttering against her face, making her hair stand on end and her heart race. She remembered when she was a little girl and she’d gotten locked in the backyard bathroom along with three insects. She thought they were black butterflies, although they actually looked like bats. In reality, they were tropical moths, Ascalapha odorata. She remembered the frenzied fluttering of those black butterflies, right in front of her face, in the darkness that time as well, but tonight’s fluttering, in addition to being unexpected, was heavy, distinguished by the sound the air made between feathers and the opening and closing of what seemed to be a pair of wings.”

 

 

Fragmento del cuento “Ascalapha Odorata / Ascalapha Odorata” incluido en Metztli de Xánath Caraza (Capítulo Siete, 2018). Traducido por Sandra Kingery y Kaitlyn Hipple. Metztli recibió Segundo Lugar como Mejor Colección de Cuento en español para los International Latino Book Awards en 2019.

 

Imagen por New Letters on the Air.

 

Xanath Caraza

Sunday, August 23, 2026

“Con la fuerza del viento / With the Force of the Wind” por Xánath Caraza

“Con la fuerza del viento / With the Force of the Wind” por Xánath Caraza

 

 

Xanath Caraza

Las manos se alargan para crear las más finas letras. Calan diseños en el papel. Dibujan los caracteres al primer contacto con las yemas. De las puntas nace fuego. Fuego azul que deja el carbón rojo flotando en la mirada. Una extensión del cuerpo se vuelve poesía. Emerge del interior con la fuerza del viento.

 

 

Letras

de las puntas nace fuego

el cuerpo se vuelve poesía

 

 

 

Xanath Caraza

With the Force of the Wind

 

Her hands extend to create the finest letters. They trace designs on paper, draw characters on first contact with her fingers. From their tips, fire is born. Blue flames leaving red coal that floats in the gaze. An extension of her body becomes poetry. It emerges from within with the force of the wind.

 

 

Letters

from their tips, fire is born

her body becomes poetry

 

 

“Con la fuerza del viento / With the Force of the Wind” son parte del poemario Ejercicio en la oscuridad / An Exercise in the Darkness (Pandora Lobo Estepario Press, 2021) de Xánath Caraza. 

 

Xanath Caraza

Traducido al inglés por: Sandra Kingery, Hanna Cherres, Joshua Cruz-Avila, Zachary L. Donoway, Angelina M. Fernandez, Luis Felipe Garcia Tamez, Nicholas A. Musto, Julia L. Nagle, Aaron Willsea y Joshua H. Zinngrebe.

 

Imágenes en el poemario por Tudor Şerbănescu.

 

En 2022 Ejercicio en la oscuridad / An Exercise in the Darkness recibió Mención Honorífica para los International Latino Book Awards en la categoría The Juan Felipe Herrera Best Poetry Book Award—One Author—Bilingual.

 

En 2022 Ejercicio en la oscuridad / An Exercise in the Darkness fue Finalista para los International Book Awards para Poesía, Poetry: Contemporary.

  

Xanath Caraza

Sunday, August 09, 2026

“Viento dulce / Gentle Breeze” por Xánath Caraza

“Viento dulce / Gentle Breeze” por Xánath Caraza

 

Xanath Caraza

“…se conocieron en las fiestas patronales de la señora de la Magdalena, en un pueblo cercano a la ciudad de Xalapa. Era un pueblo colmado de verde, bañado de luz dorada, aire puro de las montañas, rodeado de interminables cafetales y platanares, un río de aguas frías que, en una de sus caídas, regaba una abundante cascada. La mañana que se conocieron era cristalina y cálida. Tania, recién desembarcada del transporte público, caminaba por la calle principal—le fascinaban las casas de teja y los colores brillantes en las paredes—cuando vio venir dos hombres jóvenes hacia ella. No los reconoció pero uno de ellos la saludó. Era su amigo Martín en compañía de alguien más. Martín y Tania, después de un beso en la mejilla, se detuvieron a conversar de todas esas cosas que la formalidad exige a dos conocidos: cómo estás, qué has hecho últimamente, cuánto tiempo sin vernos, sí, mira, casi un año; fue el inicio de esa plática casi obligada. De pronto, entre los saludos y charla casual, José fue presentado.

 

José estaba recién egresado de la universidad. Más joven que ella, un par de años, nada excepcional. Tenía ojos color café claro, el cabello muy negro, corto y bien peinado.

 

Pasaron el resto del día juntos entre puestos de flores, artesanías de madera de café y toros que corrían por la calle principal. Para el atardecer no pudieron faltar a la panadería con horno de leña, y la obligada visita a la iglesia de la Magdalena donde Tania dejó un ramillete de claveles rojos…”

 

Fragmento del cuento “Viento dulce / Gentle Breeze” incluido en Metztli de Xánath Caraza (Capítulo Siete, 2018). Traducido por Sandra Kingery y Kaitlyn Hipple. Metztli recibió Segundo Lugar como Mejor Colección de Cuento en español para los International Latino Book Awards en 2019.

 

Xanath Caraza

 

“…They met at the Fiesta de la Magdalena in a town close to the city of Xalapa. The town was bursting with green, bathed in golden light, pure mountain air, surrounded by endless coffee and banana plantations, a cold-water river that offered up an abundant cascade. The morning they met was warm, crystalline. Tania, having just arrived on public transportation, was walking down the main street, fascinated by the tile-covered houses and the bright colors on the walls, when she saw two young men coming toward her. She didn’t recognize them, but one of them waved at her. It was her friend Martín alongside someone else. Martín and Tania, after a kiss on the cheek, stopped to talk about all the things formality demands of two acquaintances: how are you?, what’ve you been up to?, it’s been so long, I know, almost a year now; that was the beginning of their almost obligatory conversation. All of a sudden, between the greeting and the casual conversation, José was introduced.

 

José had just graduated from the university, a bit younger than her, a couple of years, nothing out of the ordinary. His eyes were light brown, his hair, jet black, short, and neat.

 

They spent the rest of the day together between flower stands, crafts made from coffee tree wood, and bulls running down the main street. In the evening, they couldn’t miss out on a trip to the bakery with the wood-fired oven or the obligatory visit to the Church of Santa María Magdalena where Tania left a bouquet of red carnations…”

 

Fragmento del cuento “Viento dulce / Gentle Breeze” incluido en Metztli de Xánath Caraza (Capítulo Siete, 2018). Traducido por Sandra Kingery y Kaitlyn Hipple. Metztli recibió Segundo Lugar como Mejor Colección de Cuento en español para los International Latino Book Awards en 2019.

 

Xanath Caraza

Xanath Caraza


Sunday, August 02, 2026

Imágenes de poesía vespertina con café por Xánath Caraza

Imágenes de poesía vespertina con café por Xánath Caraza

 

Xanath Caraza

El pasado 28 de julio Naty Blásquez y la que escribe, Xánath Caraza, nos reunimos para celebrar la palabra. Como maestra de ceremonias nos acompañó Malena Flores, al final de la sesión el público compartió algunos poemas para cerrar la noche. Agradecemos la participación de todos y todas. Fue una tarde llena de poesía, recuerdos, nostalgia, reencuentros y amistad. Les comparto algunas imágenes de esa memorable velada poética. ¡Viva la poesía!

 

Xanath Caraza

 

Malena Flores

 

Naty Blasquez

 

Xanath Caraza

 

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Imágenes por SHW