Sadly, in the end, and to the great relief of my husband, pup, and in-laws, I’ve decided not to attend AWP in 2020. It was a difficult decision and one I did not make lightly, especially because I was so looking forward to talking with writers on immigrant rights, borderlands writings, and bilingual and translingual projects—and I had booked my hotel 11 months in advance.
Read MoreIn November 2018, I found out I have a little sister in Salt Lake City, a daughter of the same biological father neither of us has ever met. My dear friend Audre, known for her ability to evoke and portray genuine, gorgeous human emotion in her work, offered to take some photos of my new little sister and me. This piece is honest, raw, and—we hope—impactful. I grappled with a lot of emotions in this writing process, both my feelings and trying to be as cognizant as possible of others’ security and comfort. What follows in this blog post is our first photo essay collaboration: audre rae photography x E.P. Floyd.
Read MoreI have a personal essay up this week on Three Guys, One Book about how and when I fell in love—with reading. My essay focuses on who provided me with the books: my late grandpa, who died when I was 8, of esophageal cancer. He was only 52. Even though I didn’t get to spend more than those 8 years with him, he guided and influenced my life so much, most notably because he would bring me books with torn-off covers that he rescued from being pulverized or incinerated at a publishing company in Milwaukee.
Read MoreAn almost-complete list of everything I read during my first low-residency MFA semester.
Read MoreI never planned to be a bike messenger.
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