Friday, October 16, 2020

Historias mínimas

Feliz de que mi trabajo se haya incluido en "Historias mínimas," abajo el link para descargar. Gracias al Editorial Dendro por invitarme a participar. 

 "Historias mínimas es un homenaje al género del microcuento. En la búsqueda de ofrecer al lector un panorama variado y más amplio del ejercicio de la prosa breve, 97 autoras y autores de 19 países invitados, en un gesto de generosidad y buen ánimo, liberan sus más variados registros narrativos en este Libro-Festival de la Microficción, Edición 2020. Esta versión cuenta además, a modo de apertura, con unas reflexiones breves del escritor Ricardo Sumalavia"

Sunday, September 20, 2020

How do you pronounce your name?

 When my dad named me, in a small hospital room in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, he probably never thought that one day I would leave the island to come live in the United States. Where ninety percent of the people I would meet, mispronounce my name. Don’t get me wrong, I know how my name is spelled (Sussy) but I also know how it is pronounced (like Susie or Suzy). This might sound crazy to some, but it really is a simple as that. My history didn’t start when I arrived in the United States, my history traveled with me.

From what I know, my dad was gifted a translated booklet of an old musical composition call Sussex Carol, he thought this was a fancy name, so he replaced the letters ex with a y.
Sussy Carol Santana Villamán, that is my name. It is pronounced like Susy or Suzy because I was born and raise in the DR and that is how it is pronounced in Spanish.

I didn’t learn to speak English until I was fifteen and up until that point, I was Sussy (you guessed it, like Susie or Suzy). In a material sense, my dad didn’t give much, but he did give us names, all of his eight children. Names he thought were kind and prosperous.

The first time I heard my name mispronounced was at doctor’s office, I heard the sound four times before I got up.” Ms. Santana? We’ve been calling you.” Really? I said. That sound was not my name, but it was the way some people pronounced my name in English. I was surprised.

I became an American Citizen in my twenties, before my swearing in ceremony I was asked by a very sweet lady if I wanted to change my name. I thought to myself, “how odd, why would anybody want to change their name?”.
I said no. She pressed on “You are an American now, you can have a new name.”
I thought of my dad, how could I give up the name he gave me? I also remembered the many times I had been called by my name, with love, with fear, with anger. How could I erase my history? I said no and I don’t regret it. My name is Sussy Carol Santana Villamán. I know how it is spell, but I also know how it is pronounced.

On August 4, 2020 my dad died of a heart attack. Everything happened really fast, and many of us didn’t get to say goodbye to him. While we are glad he didn’t suffer, we all dread the day we have to back home and not find him there.

My dad didn't leave a lot behind, but he left us names. Names that carry his immense love for us.
Lately, every time someone mispronounces my name, I feel like my dad dies all over again. It truly is that personal.

If you are reading this and find yourself before a name you don’t know how to pronounce, ask. Consider the possibility that people come from different places, and that there are many other worlds outside our own. Ask, and please let me know, how do you pronounce your name?

Monday, May 25, 2020

Panel: Encuentro de Saberes Ancestrales

En el marco del Mes de la Herencia Africana
Buenaventura - Valle - Colombia
Nos invita a:

Saturday, March 14, 2020


La primavera llegaba,
Se escuchaban las protestas
En medio de la esperanza, apareció la pandemia.
Los puños se vuelven palmas,
Entre jabón y agua fresca
Pero nunca desaparece el poder de una mano abierta

La gente se recogía,
Cerraban ventanas y puertas
pero desde los balcones la música hacía su fiesta

Debemos de distanciarnos dicen los comunicadores,
no contaban con la astucia de artistas y soñadores
No caigamos en el pánico de la distancia social
Que para amarnos y cuidarnos no nos tenemos que abrazar

Y todo se desarrolla cerca de las elecciones,
A la hora de votar,
Recordemos sus acciones

Inventemos nuevas formas de demostramos amor
¡Que ayudarnos unos a otros es la mayor revolución!


Tuesday, February 11, 2020

New poster print!

Pelo Bueno, was listed on this awesome poster by @thedesigningchica. Thanks @dominicanwriters for including my book!

Monday, February 10, 2020

Luna Loba at The Wilbury Theatre

LUNA LOBA: Moons of Abundance part 1

"LUNA LOBA is a performance series that creates space to explore ritual through artistic practice. Performance art, video, spoken word/readings, sound/music, and performative installation.

This series has been running for three consecutive years in Providence, RI, since 2016, with a hiatus in 2019. Each night features 12 artists across mediums and identities.

The theme of these two next performance nights is ABUNDANCE. Let's reflect on the powers we have, rather than what we feel we might lack. Let’s embody the shift from deficit to abundance." Curated by Shey Rivera

Part 1 // Sun, Feb 16
Part 2 // Sun, Mar 15
Time: 7-9pm
Door: $5

The Wilbury Theatre Group
40 Sonoma Ct, Providence, RI 02909

Part 1 // Sun, Feb 16 // Artist Line up:
Sussy Santana
Janaya Kizzie
Joan Wyand
Lilly Evelet Manycolors
Shey Rivera Ríos
Juditta Musette
Kali Quinn
Vatic Kuumba
Lilliam Nieves
Justice Gaines
Charlotte Abotsi
Jasmine Dreame Wagner

Part 2: FB Event Page:

Poster/Design by Andrea Pérez Bessin (Saint Hammer Press). Printed on letterpress by Jacque Bidon, at AS220 Printshop.

Historias mínimas

Feliz de que mi trabajo se haya incluido en "Historias mínimas," abajo el link para descargar. Gracias al Editorial Dendro por inv...