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Elizabeth Torres Bogotá, Colombia, 1987. Poet and multi-media artist. Director of Red Door Magazine since 2009, and current co-director of the Neverstop project. Elizabeth was selected by Kean University as Poet in Residence, featured on CNN’s "Young People Who Rock" and by American Eagle Outfitter’s “Live your Life” campaign as a role model. Recipient of the National Poetry Award "Best book of poetry of the year" by the Colombian Book Chamber. Winner of the Spirits in the Words poetry contest by Daimler Chrysler. Author of 16 published works, and currently working on two new poetry selections "To enter and exit through the memory of the living" and "Bodies of Water". Her latest book, “Street Light Visions” was published by Honda Nomada in Mexico in February of 2012. Previous to this, “Edad de Sol” was presented in New York and Mexico during the fall of 2011. Her book “Anatomía de la Arcilla Incoherente” was published in 2010 in NY. 


For more info, write to elizabethtorresny@gmail.com​

ELIZABETH TORRES

poet, multi-media artist

Video: Escapar hasta perder el pulso… redibujarse. (promo video for the book Edad de Sol (age of the sun), New York, 2012.

Book release: Street Light Visions (alucinación a 4 tiempos)
(H)Honda Nómada Ediciones, México, 2012

Object Book, limited edition (Bilingual)

RECENT NEWS:

Just got the news I’ve been included on the latest issue of Fluxus Magazine, VII: cuerpo/body – work from my collection: Major Arcana, which also appears in my poetry book “Anatomía de la Arcilla Incoherente”. Click on the link to see the mag, (7th issue). It is available for download as PDF as well. Enjoy!

www.fluxusmagazine.com

 

Recent events:

-Oct 17 - 20, 2012
Latinamerican Poetry Festival, New York City, 2012
City College Center for Worker Education, CUNY
25 Broadway, 7mo piso, Nueva York, NY 10004

RIDDLE:

The hummingbird cries
inside my chest…
earth mourns with him.
tears of the night
have spilled from his eyes…
but you can’t see them.

the tumult of words
claiming the price
of loves that do not belong.
dawn as before,
deserving no more…
the hollow tree echoes his song.

the woven cup
now covered in snow
was never the home of you.
beware of his cry
for he brings the fire
when solitude remains true.

photo by Jason Wheeler.

photo by Juanje Sanz

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