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Episode 27: Briana Muñoz

Listen to Briana discuss how she got into poetry, her new collection & future projects & plans! http://yourartsygirlpodcast.com/episodes You can by her book here:  https://www.amazon.com/Loose-Lips-Briana-Mu%C3%B1oz/dp/1889568066 Interview on San Diego Voyager:  http://sdvoyager.com/interview/meet-briana-munoz-briana-munoz-north-county Instagram: @womanofwords BIO: Briana Muñoz is a writer from San Diego, CA . now living in Los Angeles, CA. Her poetry and short stories have been published in four editions of the Bravura Literary Journal. In the 2016 publication of the Bravura, she was awarded the second-place fiction prize. She has been published in LA BLOGA, an online publication, the Poets Responding page and in the Oakland Arts Review. Her poem “Rebirth” was featured in the Reproductive Health edition of the St.  Sucia  zine, a publication dedicated to “Exposing What It Is  To  Be A  Mujer ”. Briana’s work was one of ten chosen for “The

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Episode 60: Clinnesha D. Sibley

Yay!  The 60th episode.  How surreal.  I introduce to you Clinnesha D. Sibley, a writer & playwright with many publications and theatrical productions under her belt.  Hear us discuss her process, her advice to writers, & what creative projects she's working on now.  http://yourartsygirlpodcast.com http://thewriteaddiction.com A Love Letter to Ntozake You played with Barbies and watched as little boys gawked at Cindy Crawford in a Pepsi commercial. Your teacher suggested The Babysitters Club, “Kristy’s Great Idea” for your book project because it was heartwarming, not um…controversial… like The Bluest Eye. You watched The Cosby Show and knew you wanted to be that kind of black. You were eating grandma’s field peas and okra when you got your period. Mama was workin. Stayed workin. Your body changed immediately and grandma gave you a girdle. Same kind of girdle she gave your mama. You stayed lookin in the mirror hoping your ass would catch up to your chest and hip