I met Amalia Ortiz several years ago at the Nueva Onda Poetry Cafe. I loved the way she moved through language. How she molded it. How her words just flowed from her mouth to the mic to our ears.
I was taught well how to purge my pain in private pick myself up off the wet tiled floor and mop away all evidence of anguish and though to many in our society the image of a woman grieving alone slobbering like a child is unattractive to me it is an image of true strength