Fernanda Valdez
is an Afro-Peruvian American writer and artist based in London
Poetry
Last night, you were making gnocchi. They glistened
like plump pallid lips, thick and chewy, but as I stared
I saw vulvas, wet and waiting, simmering and slick.
Liquid Protest After Emma Sulkowicz
The Red Carpet
Guttural As A Jammed Cassette
Jousting With The Grim Reaper
I've been abroad of my body,
crackled in spaces I thought not my own,
to understand electrons, airborne, us borne;
HIS PAINS UNKNOWN
Palazzo Dei Congressi
All-Inclusive
Sunset in Arkansas
New Jewelry
A Party Of The People I Love
Outings (with homage to Lisa Robertson)
no-name parkette
stepping
Stoma
Some Varieties of Monsters
within my autistic language
struggling to fit into language
who gets to struggle with language publicly
I remember it
as something I did
to make the body lighter.
I wrote, then burned.
I placed what remained on my tongue,
Exercise/exorcism of domestic imaginings -- when wonder is waning in restrictive margins beaten into the
page by mangled feet stepping to a monotonous, deafening pitch of life.
Soul Food
Galveston, 1865
La flor de canela (cinnamon flower)