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Episode 51: Ina Cariño

I'm back in effect, and this week, I am featuring, Filipinx poet, Ina Cariño.  We discuss her work and her future plans and how she is holding up during this Coronavirus pandemic.

Note: I will be discussing how other writers/poets/artists and creatives are dealing with creating during these times. http://yourartsygirlpodcast.com/episodes www.inacarino.com
Bio: Born in the Philippines, Ina Cariño is a queer Filipinx-American writer. She holds an MFA in creative writing from North Carolina State University in Raleigh, NC, and is a 2019 Kundiman Fellow. Her work appears in Waxwing, New England Review, The Oxford Review of Books, Tupelo Quarterly, and VIDA Review, among other journals. In 2019, Ina founded a reading series in the Triangle area of NC called Indigena, which centers marginalized voices, including but not limited to those of BIPOC, QTPOC, and people with disabilities. Through her writing, Ina explores the navigation of being American as a brown body, and the deeply impactfu…

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Episode 50: Tony Robles (Part 2)

Thanks for tuning in and being patient! Episode 50 features poet/writer, Tony Robles who I have back on the show. He had just been awarded the Carl Sandburg Writer-In-Residency. Tony discusses his past & current work.  He also recites his poem, "My Father's Music".  http://yourartsygirlpodcast.comhttps://www.nps.gov/carl/learn/news/2020-wir-tony-robles.htmhttp://tonyrobles.wordpress.comMy Father's Music

My father's music
Percolates and palpitates
Like hot coffee dreaming
A tap dancer's arrival
Hitting throat with the
Right note, going back,
Deep, unopposed

My father's music is
Caught in a kettle whose
Grease endured screams
And flame of gas stove
Decisions where curling irons
Bent notes and contemplated
Hooks landing on the chin and
Announcing a verdict on a
Rippled canvas

My father's music is
An empty cup of my
Favorite things where soup
Is made from pain and
Love is made from rain

My father's music is
Made in wood when he
Would then wouldn&#…