Poem: Rock Creek by Naomi Ayala
Rock Creek All along the path the trees are tired strangers. I see my reflection in the brush. Young deer...
Naomi Ayala
Latina: On the Question of Poetry and Culture
I have walked the same stretch of trail at Rock Creek Park for 17 years—this past year, through each of...
Thursday Night’s Panelists
We have a wonderful group of panelists to lead the discussion following Thursday night’s premier of “El Idioma/Language.” Poets Naomi...