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Emma Trelles
Emma Trelles is the author of the chapbook Little Spells (GOSS183) and Tropicalia, winner of the Andres Montoya Poetry Prize and forthcoming from the University of Notre Dame Press.
Interests: books, bands, poems, peace, hiking, camping, politics, cats, gardens, movies, and mulling.
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Death of Rubén Salazar (1986), by Frank Romero. In Miami the ocean behaves like a painting, diversity like an artist’s brushstrokes on a canvas, the immigrant like a dreamer. Swaying like a northerly, “Our America: The Latino Presence in American Art”— a powerful art exhibit curated by E. Carmen Ramos and a permanent collection of the Smithsonian American Art Museum — made the second stop on its national tour in the temperate landscape of South Florida. From May 9th until May 11th, nine poets from Miami, Tampa, and El Salvador — Elisa Albo, Adrian Castro, Silvia Curbelo, Mia Leonin, Rita... Continue reading
Posted Jun 15, 2014 at The Best American Poetry
In the quest for a happier, better informed NaPoMo, The Tropical Roundup has returned. This is essentially where I post random or thematically or geographically linked tidbits from Poetry Land. Or culled from news, music, art, gossip, and other realms. Or simply netted from my aquarium brain. "Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it." **The Mission Poetry Series wraps up its 5th season this Saturday, April 5th, at 1 p.m. with a new partnership with... Continue reading
Posted Apr 2, 2014 at The Best American Poetry
Coming Fall of 2015 from Sibling Rivalry Press -- The Collected & New Collaborative Work of Denise Duhamel & Maureen Seaton. Excitement! And here are more 2015 titles from SRP, via cue cards & poet extraordinaire Ocean Vuong. --et Continue reading
Posted Jan 28, 2014 at The Best American Poetry
Hey Chicago! Just a reminder: This Thursday, the Poetry Foundation will host two gifted Latino poets at its HQ for a reading, book signing, and reception: Dan Vera -- author of Speaking Wiri Wiri, which won the inaugural Letras Latinas/Red Hen Press prize -- and Orlando Ricardo Menes, who judged the contest and whose newest collection, Fetish, won last year's Prairie Schooner Book Prize. Poetry Off the Shelf: Orlando Ricardo Menes & Dan Vera Thursday, Oct 24, 7:00PM Poetry Foundation 61 West Superior Street Free admission And here's a preview. Windfall Antiques Overdrawn, repoed Grand Prix, workshop in hock To... Continue reading
Posted Oct 21, 2013 at The Best American Poetry
Attention Chicagoans! Next week, the Poetry Foundation will host two gifted Latino poets at its HQ in Chicago for a reading, book signing, and reception: Dan Vera -- author of Speaking Wiri Wiri, which won the inaugural Letras Latinas/Red Hen Press prize -- and Orlando Ricardo Menes, who judged the contest and whose newest collection, Fetish, won last year's Prairie Schooner Book Prize. Poetry Off the Shelf: Orlando Ricardo Menes & Dan Vera Thursday, Oct 24, 7:00PM Poetry Foundation 61 West Superior Street Free admission And here's a poem from Vera's winning collection. Next week, before the reading, we'll offer... Continue reading
Posted Oct 17, 2013 at The Best American Poetry
I first heard Xánath Caraza read her work last year in Milwaukee at "Cantos Latinos! A Mosaic of Latino Poetry," a poetry and panel of quite diverse Latino poets assembled at the city's library. Xánath sort of blew me away with her reading. I recall her dark hair and a red shawl that, on her, resembled a queenly sort of cape, but what I remember most was the forceful passion she put into the poems she read, the wake-up punch of each word, how, the longer she read, the less her Spanish sounded like language and more like raw sound.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 31, 2013 at The Best American Poetry
South Florida is the coolest part of the country right now, which is kind of spooky but not so much that I won't take that news as a bizarro blessing. Outside the rain is delicate and softens the world to gray and insistent green. I'd like to make a bouquet of grass or wrap its thick pelt around my shoulders. I'd like to hide in it for a while. My desk is beside floor to ceiling windows and I perch here like an invisible finch, never tiring of the view of trees and tennis courts, inlet and boats, the parking... Continue reading
Posted Jul 14, 2012 at The Best American Poetry
The Other Latin@: Writing Against a Singular Identity is an anthology of 20 essays that, according to its co-editor Blas Falconer, aims to counter a narrow perspective of Latino/a writers and honor their diversity. In his own essay, Falconer writes, "When Spanish enters the poem, it is often done because it is part of the memory, not because it is the language of the reader or of the audience." This idea of how Spanish is mysteriously fused to the neurons of Latino writers resonated with me, and I wanted to hear more from Blas. He and co-editor Lorraine Lopez will... Continue reading
Posted Apr 24, 2012 at The Best American Poetry
"A book ought to be an ice pick to break up the frozen sea within us."-- Franz Kafka -- etrelles Continue reading
Posted Jan 14, 2012 at The Best American Poetry
Above: store-bought bow and discount wrapping paper, pieced together with magic tape and love. Yes, I know there's only five days left till Christmas, that by the time this post is completed Hanukkah is already twinkling its arrival, that some holiday shoppers are sitting smugly alongside their craftily wrapped presents, the kind with hand painted angel paper and chiffon bows and berries artfully attached. But the Tropical Roundup is not one of these shoppers. She is on Cuban time, which technically means that while everything will get done, it will all happen in a great flurry, at the last minute,... Continue reading
Posted Dec 20, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
A Fantastic Cave Landscape, with Odysseus and Calypso (1568-1625), by Jan Brueghel the Elder Dear Stacey, I've been slack in my letter writing because of work, which is, at the moment, attending to the sentences of others. I'm sweeping clean the muddiness of poor word choices and useless repetition, employing the foot soldiers of concise writing: grammar and punctuation. It's tedious, but I also kind of dig it. It's a lot easier to fix someone else's mistakes. But when the work seems insurmountable, I think about what else I'd rather be doing, or, to put it another way, what might... Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
"Cayuga Lake, Ithaca NY," watercolor by Nari Mistry Dear Stacey, I am in receipt of your letter and will say I was pretty tickled when I saw the first mention of Ithaka in Homer's verse because I knew that you were reading it from your own Ithacan abode. I wrote "Stacey!" in the margins beside line 30 and then again alongside line 213: Another thing --- this too I ought to know --0 is Ithaka new to you, or were you ever a guest here in the old days? Far and near friends knew this house; for he whose home... Continue reading
Posted Jul 5, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
1. In February, I met with P. Scott Cunningham and Pete Borrebach for lunch at a noodle house. I couldn't find the place at first because it was lodged in the lobby of a motel on Biscayne Boulevard that, in years past, was known more for hookers and guns and rock (and I don't mean 'and roll'). But this neighborhood has now reinvented itself --as is also the city of Miami's custom-- into a hamlet of galleries, eateries, and indie mom and pop shops. There are things to do here besides driving by with locked car doors. Scott and Pete... Continue reading
Posted Apr 30, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
Note: The following review first appeared in Organica magazine's Winter/Spring 2011 issue. It’s not easy to pinpoint exactly what J. Michael Martinez means when he writes " Margin is the whiteness in our silence. I said, Difference is already spread between the body and the gaze. You said, We lament the name we give; we give word to find respite from the shallows between." We encounter these words as a drifting dialogue, a kind of coded prose that appears untitled and on the blank page before the opening of Heredities, winner of the 2009 Walt Whitman Award of the Academy... Continue reading
Posted Feb 27, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
Introducing The Tropical Roundup, in which I, at random times, post points of interest that may be thematically or geographically linked. Or, they could be event driven or contain some kind of vital-to-obscure news peg, Said points will most likely be stolen from other sources, such as blogs and dailies, but will also be gathered by scrawling notes on the back of gas receipts, in a fruitless effort to bring order to our blue and green sphere, which is currently screaming off its invisible tracks. Also, I like lists. 1. First and foremost in the inaugural round up is FLORICANTO... Continue reading
Posted Jan 31, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
Last night I went to see some friends' bands play at Radioactive Records (the one in Fort Lauderdale, not the U.K.). A highlight was Boise Bob, who plays twisted country ditties accompanied by a washboard and a big ole bass made of an oar, a strong length of string, and a metal tub perfect for bobbing for apples. Good stuff. But the big sparkle find of the night was a double album set I picked up by Sylvester, the fab and forever reigning cabaret-tranny-king-and-queen of disco. The album folds open to a panoramic shot of on-stage Sylvester, decked in a... Continue reading
Posted Jan 17, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
6:21 pm - Ryan Seacrest is killing minutes on the red carpet by pretending to be interested in Jennifer Love Hewitt. 6:23 pm - Seconds after her pre, pre-show commentary ends, Giuliana Rancic, the E! channel's chief reporter (for lack of a better word), has already switched into a strapless black gown. I wonder how many more dresses she'll cram into the evening. I have no idea who's the hot blond Aussie she's interviewing (above). Neither does she. 6:25 pm - I wish Mark would come home and make martinis. 6:37 pm - Seacrest talking makeup with Mark Salling from... Continue reading
Posted Jan 17, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
A Poem For the Innocents A killing moon peeks through leaves of trumpet trees in full bloom for Lent, their barks crisscrossed by wild strokes of a machete when my son tried to help me weed our garden, overrun with dandelions, branches, leaves, a bounty of seed and thorns, side by side, under clusters of suns bursting through the branches. Shadows flicker across the wall upstairs, over Buzz Lightyear's grin, Mr. Potato Head's sigh, and under a map dotted with cities that fill his dreams. What promises will I make when I climb the stairs before he falls asleep to... Continue reading
Posted Jan 15, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent. All the whales in the wider deeps, hot are they, as they urge on and on, and dive beneath the icebergs. The right whales, the sperm-whales, the hammer-heads, the killers there they blow, there they blow, hot wild white breath out of the sea! - " Whales Weep Not ! " by D.H. Lawrence I imagine that D.H. Lawrence mulled quite a bit over the sounds made by what he considered reflective and amorous mammals, the "inward roaring of... Continue reading
Posted Jan 13, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
"He does it better with grace..." : Bill Shakespeare weighs in on LeBron James At first, there was a little hometown poetry contest, sponsored by the Miami Herald and WLRN. Just a bit of wordplay to salute LeBron's arrival to the Miami Heat. Six lines, any style, no fees and no limits to how often aspiring or practiced scribes could enter. Quicker than a Hardaway crossover, NBC, USA Today, The Plain Dealer (Ohio's largest newspaper), The Basketball Jones, and even The New Yorker - in next week's Talk of the Town - are reporting on the challenge. Here are the... Continue reading
Posted Oct 21, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
There is always a destination, by Miami-based painter John Sanchez. In Handling Destiny, his third book of poems, Adrian Castro examines the Yoruba idea that the course of a life is pre-determined, and only through faith is one able to fulfill it. "One's destiny is completely personal,'' Castro says from his yellow-painted bungalow in Shenandoah, where he grows the backyard sage and star apple he uses in his practice as an Ifa priest and, also, in his poems. "In the dream I would wash this stone with herbs. . . ., " he writes in a a title poem that... Continue reading
Posted Oct 17, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
Video by WGBH and David Grubin Productions, filmmaker Leita Luchetti, and student filmmakers at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee's docUWM media center. Courtesy of the Poetry Foundation. Continue reading
Posted Aug 13, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
These poems trip through Afghanistan, Tokyo, and Mozambique. These poems journey with turtledoves, trout, the pages of a book and a soldier on leave. Poems that shop, bush walk, slumber in utero, visit with Jesus, King William, Andrew Jackson, and hawks. These poems ride on the spine of a pit bull, on torpedoes and a black river, on trains and the subway. Here's a sweet bite: The Girl Fighting Back Tears on The Subway During Morning Rush Hour by Stacey Harwood She is lovely in her despair. If I were a poet, she would become my poem. If I were... Continue reading
Posted Jun 16, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
Mark's garden, Pompano Beach, circa 2007 Before my love and I decided to live together in a waterside condo, he grew these plush and inky fuchsia roses in the backyard of his duplex apartment. The neighborhood was of the cracked-concrete-and-power station-on-the-corner sort, with sidewalks fringed with weeds and the occasional scraggly silver button tree. But his L-shaped patch of green sort of gushed with whatever he planted - basil, mint, heather, petunias, and portly roses that would seem to appear overnight and blossom frilly and wide over the course of a week. They would last at least another 7 days... Continue reading
Posted May 9, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
At the AWP 2010 Conference: view of downtown Denver and the Rockies Wrap-up, reflections, notes, epilogue, snark, comments, cuttings, insights, diary, dispatch, report, briefs, digest, ditties, snips, quips, chicks with inky whips, bullets, index, missives, postcards, texts, tweets, deep thoughts and bleeps - there appears to be a fathomless amount of AWP rehash in the vaporsphere, and since DL asked me for highlights, I'm chucking my pennies in with the rest. *Right off the plane, check in, and hoof it to the convention center, where I'm introduced to Maria Melendez, poet and editor/publisher of Pilgrimage magazine. I immediately sign up... Continue reading
Posted Apr 16, 2010 at The Best American Poetry