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Natalia M. Villarán Quiñones
Poetry/poesía
(She/Her/Ella)
Natalia M. Villarán-Quiñones is a Virgo, Queer, Femme Afro-Caribbean/Afro-Boricua and intersectional Ecofeminist based in Puerto Rico. Poet, cultural anthropologist, writer, editor, museum educator certified in Trauma Informed Teaching artist and antiracist educator, trainer and facilitator.
Author of Desamor y Memorias de una Virgo: The Heartbreak and Memories of a Virgo, participated in Future Now project, Metropolarity; En Comunidad: Works by Queer and Trans Latinx Contemporary Artists exhibit and had her poetry exhibited in The Black QT artistic body at Fox Art in Philadelphia, PA. Co Curated Equinox exhibition in 2017 and QT Noir Festival of Till Arts Project in Philadelphia, PA in 2019. She was also published in the anthology Puerto Rico en mi Corazón in 2019. Created Bilingual activities, workshops and guided Tours for The Barnes Foundation and The Attic Youth Center in Philadelphia. Panelist for PAFA’s Tacking Back space, Fair Museum Jobs- Anti-racism in museum recruitment, Barra Foundation Non Profit Leaders’ Circle and University of Puerto Rico MAGAC Panel Prácticas e imaginarios culturales en la gestión cultural.
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Santa Muerte
Siento incertidumbre en intervalos e incrementos. En verdá, es dependiendo de mi nivel de disociacion, al momento del enfrentamiento con...
Agonía
All I can see now are shades of red. Unable to speak. Unable to move. I gasp as I clench my fists and I hide under layers of green. I...
Pesadilla
"Por que en los latidos de mi alma encontré consuelo" Aquel que rodó hasta mis pies y con sus manos arrugadas trato de abrazarme buscando...
Alone
Two can play this game -checkmate- It would appear that you chose the easy way out, not only you, everyone else... why deal with...
.Memories.
Here's to those times I rented my heart to you and to the endless nights breathing the same air. Here's to that one moment when I felt...
It slipped out
I don't know how it started and it seems it never end. I'm going around in circles trying to figure it out as I go. I enjoy listening to...
Untitled
I gave my voice away until there was nothing left. Just like my hands… Just like my eyes. Just like this, like it didn’t really matter...
En teoría, perfección
En pura tinta y papel, adornar la realidad de variaciones no cancela su debatible verdad. Entonces tengo que pretender que no es y que...
It seems I've lost my mind.
It seems I’ve lost my mind. I have this constant knot in the pit of my stomach. This ‘hard to swallow’ feeling on my throat. An empty...
Let's not
A lot of the times I wish I had a better way to put my words in order, other than write them down. I struggle to open my mouth out of...
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