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Antología Vol. Iii Crónica, Cuento, Microrrelato, Poesía Y Relato, Jose Higuera Lopez, Dejanira Alvarez Cardenas
Antología Vol. Iii Crónica, Cuento, Microrrelato, Poesía Y Relato, Jose Higuera Lopez, Dejanira Alvarez Cardenas
CUNY Mexican Studies Institute
Creada por iniciativa del Instituto de Estudios Mexicanos de CUNY,
la Feria Internacional del Libro de la Ciudad de Nueva York es el espacio
por antonomasia de la promoción del español en la ciudad más
vibrante y cosmopolita de los Estados Unidos. Un español que se
mantiene vivo y cambiante por las muchas migraciones que componen
el entramado de la metrópoli y cuya vitalidad se ve reflejada en
la expresión escrita de la lengua; no solo en el terreno de la literatura
sino también en los de la academia y el periodismo.
La literatura producida en español en la ciudad …
The Pinocchio Boy: A Collection Of Queer Creative Written Work, Lucas Olvera
The Pinocchio Boy: A Collection Of Queer Creative Written Work, Lucas Olvera
Capstone Projects and Master's Theses
The Pinocchio Boy is a series of short stories/memoirs and poems about my experiences as a Transgender and Gay man. Structured in five parts, I explore my childhood, young adulthood, and adulthood. My collection offers me an insight into what made me who I am today. There are drastic tonal shifts between the poem segments and the memoirs, I intended to act as the narrator of my story in which the poems and dialogue act as the characters in motion and the memoirs as my direct narration. A tongue-in-cheek fairy tale tone, but coming from a sincere place. My intent …
Bodies, Memories, Ghosts, And Objects Or Telling A Memory, Natsumi Lynne Meyer
Bodies, Memories, Ghosts, And Objects Or Telling A Memory, Natsumi Lynne Meyer
Honors Projects
I think it started in December 2017, when my Mama sent me to Japan to take care of my grandparents, Baba and Jiji, alone. I had been to Japan almost every year since I was eleven years old, and several times before that too, but this was my first time without Mama. When Mama was there, Japan was filtered through her. I could poke bits of myself through her editing and approval. I could read street signs because of the way she read them, and I could understand my grandparents’ sighs from the timbre of her translation. That December, though, …