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Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins


Location icon United States

Ingrid is a poet/photographer based in Los Angeles.
Contact: [email protected]



Bruja de Lamatepec, Excetera...

With over 20+ poets & artist contributors, SUBROSA is in essence, a beautiful look inside the hearts of the brave exposing some not-so-beautiful truths. From poetry, collage-art and graphs, SUBROSA congealed a broad spectrum of humans who dared show themselves in that flame. Beautifully and articulately arranged and printed by APEP Publications.

Bruja de Lamatepec, Excetera...
Falling in Love in Los Angeles

Love. It's my most favorite thing on Earth.It gives me life and makes poems come out.This husband of mine is my biggest muse and I have tried to honor him by putting together a book of poems about him and this city we live in.I've included some of my photography in hopes to invoke a sense of time and space.'Falling in Love in Los Angeles' is a succinct look at what love feels like when two people share their space with a vast splayed city.

Bruja de Lamatepec, Excetera...
el destino de Abril-ZINE

A made-to-order zine that commemorates "National Poetry Month." It includes 30 poems and five color prints of artwork by my husband,...

A literary journal based in South Central Los Angeles

(Hercules Publishing, 2018) Edward Vidaurre's latest chapbook, Ramona and rumi: Love in the Time of Oligarchy (& Unedited Necessary Poems) is a bit oddly constructed, but full of love language. The Prologue poem introduces us to rumi and Ramona, Both/ running scared/ crashing into each other .

Black Opium Press
A Second Birth by Katie Doherty & Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins

A collection of essays brought to you by Katie Doherty and Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins. This is a collection that touches on childhood, creativity, love, and identity; through this purification comes A Second Birth. This collection is available to buy from 14th August 2019. Any pre-orders will be sent out on the day of release.

Ablution by Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins (Paperback)

Love. The literal definition is, “an intense feeling of deep affection.” But, if you have ever been in love, you know it’s a bit more complicated than that. It’s a mix of fervor, longing, a pit in the gut, a loss of hunger, insomnia etc… This is a story told in a series of poems of two people who followed through with what love fed them, and ate and ate and ate from its open veins.

November 30, 2018
You Are Not Your Rape

In a time where the news tells tales of accused rape and those who speak out are ridiculed, sent death threats, shamed, made to feel unsafe... this project is all the more important and necessary. To provide a permanent home for those voices who refuse to stay silent, despite this. Despite the trauma we endure. This is an influential time for us to speak out. In this collection, you'll find over 100 voices - stories by and about sexual abuse and assault survivors, told in creative...

Issue 12: Paper and Ink Literary Zine - $3.00 GBP

PAPER AND INK LITERARY ZINE ISSUE 12 'GIRLS TO THE FRONT' All women Issue. Guest edited by Katie Doherty (Your Black Opium, 2017). Front cover by Lisa Rose Illustration. Back cover by Lumos Photography. Featuring short stories, flash fiction, poetry, illustrations and photography. A5 size. Risograph printed. 50 pages.


Ingrid Calderon is a Salvadoran refugee residing in Historic Filipinotown. Her work has been featured in Leste Mag, Electric Cereal, ZO Magazine, Drunk Monkeys, velvet-tail, FORTH Magazine, Shoe Music Press, and the Poems to F*ck To Anthology. She’s also released three poetry books entitled Things Outside, Wayward, and Zenith.

SWAN World - Zenith

The psyche is a funny thing. When sleep comes, we're slaves to its pull. Dreams become portals to the parts of our minds left untapped. In these texts, Ingrid Calderon offers complete surrender into these doorways. She hopes to entice and uncover her soul to show, that we're all suffering from the same condition.

Leste Mag
Leste - Issue #1

Leste Issue 1 Contributors: Vivian Fu, Elizabeth Schmuhl, Ingrid Calderon, Stephanie Kwak, Molly Soda, Liv Thurley, Lauren Cook, Christina Svenson,...

Penny Ante Feud 15

An existential moment - or two or three: that's what you'll find in this issue of Penny Ante Feud.


Notes of a Dirty Young Woman
Notes of a Dirty Young Woman

so the probability of dying is inevitable. It could happen in our sleep, our cars, in our homes, at work. You forget where you're at when you work in the 9th floor. I have this wonderful view, the kind most people take for granted after a while.

Bruja de Lamatepec

I was 6 years-old. 1986 to be exact. When I was told we were moving to the States, I was thrilled to be plunged into it specifically for the opportunity to learn a new language. You're fearless as a child I think. You see it as a challenge and not so much a fear sullied by doubt.


Kristin Garth & Pink Plastic House a tiny journal
Bath of a Dirty Old Woman

Summer has arrived in Los Angeles. We had a cold & semi-rainy June-August, and now, we are paying for it. On October 25th, the highest temperature inside my car was 99 degrees. It fits my usual 99.9 body temperature. * My air-conditioning is broken, so I sit inside a sauna and meditate as I drive...


Hallow's Eve 2019: Scream

Pussy Magic Presents... Hallow's Eve 2019: Scream!Indulge in otherworldly writing, art, and photography in Hallow's Eve 2019: Scream, Pussy Magic's second annual Halloween issue!Xo,The Pussy Magic Coven...

Kristin Garth & Pink Plastic House a tiny journal
pink plastic house a tiny journal

READ OUR FEATURED POET/ROOM OF THE WEEK AND READ THE ARCHIVE HERE: August 7th, 2019 Waltz / Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins it is with an open hand that I eat from your forehead. small sedatives live on your brow a sullen landscape that invigorates i am nothing.

Thimble Literary Magazine

by Ingrid Calderon-Collins Tell me I'll be beautiful when I'm 93 / that I'll burn with a knowing / that my bones will stop hurting / tell me I'll finally be beautiful when I go blind / don't fret / stay beautifully blue, she says, from across the ocean no

Royal Rose
Walking the Garden of Men's Desire by Ingrid Calderon

"I'm tired of writing poems about my pussy." I tell him. He nods, not in agreement, but in understanding, meaning, he hears me, he's paying attention to my words. He knows I'm about to go off. I'm about to explode all over him, let him hear what my brain can't contain.

Weather by Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins

Inside] In bed all day. There's a huge city out there, but the planes and the helicopters don't faze me. The ambulance and the gunshots don't faze me. It's like a thunderous concerto in the middle of town. Unapologetic buildings looking at me with laser green eyes and hot pink intentions.

Horror Sleaze Trash
Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins

gypsies this is feral love this is sweet love the kind of love that bites leaves traces of deep this is honest love painful love innocent love whore love animal love black onyx eyes turned white kind of love rooftop love where you on your knees suck the breath where the ocean of my cunt...

Horror Sleaze Trash
Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins

these small breasts bare scars of love and past encounters left astray. these small breasts swell and wane depending on the season, these small breasts weren't so small when I was nine naïve and boyish, not at all co-que-ttish these small breasts were unaware that young boys glancing meant nothing more than curiosity these small...

South Broadway Ghost Society
womb in purgatory - ingrid calderon

(a spin-off of Eggs in Purgatory) Ingredients 1 tablespoon of extra-virgin sacrosanct ½ medium ego, chopped 1 cup of depression 1 clove of laughter, minced ¼ teaspoon of anger 1 teaspoon suicide ½ teaspoon freshly ground prayers ¼ cup fresh cemetery dirt, finely chopped 4 large wombs ¼ cup grated afterlife Instructions Drizzle sacrosanct into...

Horror Sleaze Trash
Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins

sometimes ...I want hands deep in my geography, memorizing where it hurts to trail through me, pulling at my weeds watching flowers bloom, from my chest cavity want oiled fingers, on my butchered rose tongues eating at me like they're starving but see, sometimes i'm soft...

SHADOW AND GLOW - Pussy Magic's Love + Sex Special Issue 003

Ciao, Kittens! You ready to dive into the deep... the dark... the mysterious... the sexy? The writers in Pussy Magic's third Special Issue are here to deliver!Shadows and glows provided by:Emma StevensonMichael AkuchieAshley SwallowAmanda McLeodJane FlemingSage ...

South Broadway Gh∅st Society
two poems - ingrid calderon

lick sweet lanterns, tender-pendulous ryles, it lies, teeth clenched, between the gaps youth lives somewhere, but not, if all-defiled a vain tongue speaks, of past and present traps a full beak drivels and remembers what being thirsty brought a sliver of the page in embers old love seems to enjoy the knot pitch and strike...

Rabid Oak
Three by Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins

sinner. sin. sinful. lonely. hungry. backseat movie on repeat. where next? Up and Downtown. sullen. serendipitous. money. jelly. drugs and sex.

Hallow's Eve 2018

Pussy Magic Presents...Special Issue 02: Hallow's Eve 2018, featuring writing and visual works by...Marisa Silva,Tianna Grosch,Erin Emily Ann Vance,Ariella Tipa,Kalaéja Emaun,Kailey Tedesco,Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins,Audrey Gretz,Rebecca Kokitus,Justin Kar...

ribs act as prisons

poems by Ingrid M. Collins ribs act as prisons to nervous hearts,oceans tremble outside open doors,while we shiver with impatience... unfold my petals with your mouth,sink deep into their bloomsip of their wineimbibe-graze your pout with my balmheal what hurts... you swim in my belly,thousands of you-a symphonyof pulpthat leaves no trace...

Punch Drunk Press
"pink lights" by Ingrid Calderon

the LA sun is crisp this February morning I feel the wind circle my damp hair, my toes- my legs, freshly shaved, feel the warmth of this sun- thighs split share in this warmness you watch my smile I show you my teeth, my heart a trembling animal in your hands.

Mojave He[art] Review
winter in Los Angeles

it’s March and it’s winter in Los Angeles, something strange and wet fell from the sky last night, “rain” I think they call it It was cold and thick in my hands, spite in the form of water

Mojave He[art] Review

a silence of crooked scripts where astral shapes hold our wrists— bracelet clasped...

Mojave He[art] Review
apartment #10

in our space. we breathe in our vices. we kill ourselves slowly, our love. new and ripe we light candles, our vodou. build beds. hang pictures. drill holes. water plants. make breakfast, lunch & dinner. laugh & disagree. make love and fuck celebrate small victories. imbibe.

Mojave He[art] Review
The Blues

I wake up to an apartment, re-arranged- puzzle pieces/seeds sprinkled red, orange, hot pink, green ...my thoughts are chewed, gnawed masticated- swallowed in a pile... -tiny blood ribbons in my cuticle beds- when we wake, him & I our tired blinds disperse light into small poltergeists...

L'Éphémère Review
Inevitable Deaths and Self-Care

There are days, when the past begins to resemble a caricature. A fragment, a morsel of something that was important and sacred, a morsel of something that was important and necessary. But now, exists only in lines and grunts. Memories of wisdom.

photo album time capsule by Ingrid Calderon

Piss I didn't own a Ouija board until I was much older but I peed myself often. Not accidentally but on purpose, mostly in the shower or in the car driving. That warmness was my blanket, the kind of warmness I felt love

L'Éphémère Review
Art in Purgatory: The Muses

"ut pictura poesis , "as is painting so is poetry." -Horace In the umbilical connection that is the poet and the artist, I wonder if each would agree, that one is as essential as the other. We can romanticize this connection by a million threads, and still end up naked.

Punch Drunk Press
Two Poems by Ingrid Calderon

Beneath My Hands Beneath my hands my small breasts are graveyards of all the lovers who have sucked them... Wherever I fly the flutter of honey-dipped wings slackens my flight... I am mimed, because I've migrated to the landfill of your unspoiled, where birds get trapped in hurricanes and fail to fatten up...

Rabid Oak
"Circus Rant" and "wait till after"

Circus Rant The circus made its way to the small town through the old road. Snipers and soldiers let the performers and animals roll through without question because they knew that when it was finally set up, they'd get to take some time off and enjoy a good show.

horny poetry review

nimble fingers s p r e a d across breasts like webs, -your nails like spiders invite me to be eaten/ I hold my sinew like the filthiest of sacraments/ wind-up clocks make it strike midnight every hour I endure, you impregnate with your viscous/ sullen and sullied clean up messes between caresses, and salivate...

wildness - literary journal
the wilds

Wildness is an online literary and arts journal that seeks to promote contemporary fiction, poetry and non-fiction that evokes the unknown. Founded in 2015, each thoughtfully compiled issue strives to unearth the works of both established and up-and-coming writers and artists.

L'Éphémère Review
The Tenor and the Vehicle: Therapy & the Tarot

Before I was blessed with health insurance; before I had the privilege to take my overthinking and my casualties to my therapist, I practiced what you could dub, an organic-healing ritual. Without trying to sound too new-agey, it's simply the act of being present in the bad feeling.

Memoir Mixtapes
Read Volume 1

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Anti-Heroin Chic
Poetry & Photography by Ingrid Calderon

Teach me? Teach me about birds, please? I never much looked up, head always hung low or tilted from East to West You, tender as lavender You, tender as your deepest laugh You, are what heals when the...

L'Éphémère Review
The Art of Healing Through Bitchcraft

"What you pay attention to is what you become conscious of." Sloughing is inevitable. We shed our skin approximately every 27 days. We invite new perspectives and surrender our old ways almost unwillingly, if the timing is right. We battle and cry and move forward. Personally, I build alter-egos th

he says, | by Ingrid Calderon

"you're very Prussian in your sadness, you live life dark, brooding very Soviet, as if you're being oppressed daily by the communist regime... a clinical masochist--- you've changed your mom's mind about scars, told her they're combat wounds, a tangible map of grit, your sadness is in C major, and I can't tell, if what...

tenderness, yea
fault lines

-avoid the mirror dangerous young animal you're a vintage porn collage... -the smell of the dead, is that of the return to the cosmos- we were never our parents children, we were born in capsules, a coffin that if you're lucky, you die daily in-

bad pony
Ingrid Calderon

mama she'd eat handfuls of volcanic soil to supplement my growth when night came streets dark power out foot soldiers up steps through wild trees machete hands hungry foggy skies tinged with gunpowder & rosy trumpets mothers, children laughing beneath feet rumbling

Ingrid Calderon

Moonchild Magazine is a dreamy, experiential online journal and a friendly community of moonchildren.

L'Éphémère Review
Shade of the Sun

The dread of city life promises aching bones, chatter brain, curled blood. It promises red lights, turning yellow, turning green. It promises anxieties of crowds and elevators. Our adolescent sense of immortality long gone, replaced with fatigue and the sense of nostalgia the sky brings. We

L'Éphémère Review
In the Dead of Night, the Sun Shines Brightly

Yugen (幽玄) Roughly, the characters for Yugen translate into "mysterious" and "deep".The push to use your imagination. "The use of subtlety and allusion to hint at deeper meaning and invite interpretation." Let me frame a scene. There are oceans so vast; vivid colored animals living and slithering inside them.

"Cue Word" by Ingrid Calderon

nostalgic notes from modern speakers hold music in our hands but it's chaotic cause it won't last travel take pictures smile and remember how much time you spent thinking about shit that didn't matter weren't those sleepless nights and aching bones worth it?

Anti-Heroin Chic
Poetry & Photography by Ingrid Calderon

subtle violation ...slow...building...bliss growling hand prints on my cheeks/ humming...wet...on Sunday morning/ you lick at my smudged bruised hips/ they whisper, welcome, come in.../ sick fuck...

Two Poems | by Ingrid Calderon

lemon peel I want to be soft, jeweled, like fine china sipped antiquity brotheled smut I want my navel to expand each time I think of you I want my skin to turn to sand and slip between your weathe...

"Sleep Hygiene" by Ingrid Calderon

skin wrapped round and round brittle bones smashed organs touching graces faces grim with laughter capsule shaped ego-centric serenity cause it's cheaper than changing shape too hard to break to soft to bake I can't sit still it's easy to march through streets when you ain't got no job to

Maudlin House
Writers of the Week

Poet, semi-retired musician, amateur photographer, ex-Mormon & Civil-War refugee from a country you probably know nothing about (El Salvador). Ingrid made Los Angeles her home, and clawed her way through the English language, learning some French along the way. Most of her writing focuses on interweaving these subjects whenever possible. Her work is featured in Leste Mag, Electric Cereal, Drunk Monkeys, Anti-Heroin Chic, Dryland among others. Her latest poetry book ‘Zenith’ is published...

Bunbury Issue 16: #resist

Roll up! Roll up! Welcome one and all, to this, the 16th issue of Bunbury Magazine. The theme of this issue was #resist and, unlike Trump around the ladies, we just couldn't. We wanted to shake it up a little this time as we usually don't dabble in the greasy world of politics and the wonderful people who submitted did not disappoint.

sea foam mag
poem and painting by ingrid calderon

​i can catch the danger and the rhythm of the rain mostly in sirens and screeches no insulation i just float in my favourite forgiveness and learn Italian easily French badly accent building...

Anti-Heroin Chic
Poetry & Photography by Ingrid Calderon

hatred and all its rewards ...it don't make polite conversation does it? my pain, your upset, our suffering? instead, it hangs like embers barely starting a fire--- they don't got use for you...

Current Issue

Ingrid Calderon is a Central American transplant living in Historic Filipinotown, (the poor man's Echo Park). Her work has appeared in Leste, Electric Cereal, ZO Magazine, Drunk Monkeys, the earthbound review, FORTH Magazine, Shoe Music Press, and the Poems to F*ck To Anthology. Her first full-length poetry collaboration, Things Outside, is available on Lulu.com, together with her...

Ingrid Calderon

Ingrid Calderon is the author of Things Outside (0.0 avg rating, 0 ratings, 0 reviews, published 2015), Wayward (0.0 avg rating, 0 ratings, 0 reviews), a...

Electric Cereal
Ingrid Calderon | Electric Cereal

being the baby the little requires many dresses being the baby the little requires knotted tresses sweet caresses warm hands on grouses ripped open blouses being the baby the little seems easy until it hurts seems easy until short skirts fly up and I let you see my vulnerability being the baby the little I forget your hands set fire to the choir in the chamber of my heart take cover and restart cause the little knows it's time to say goodbye

Vroman's Bookstore Blog
An Ode to the Graphic Novel

Today's blog post is brought to you by Ingrid, one of our wonderful cashiers! An Ode to the Graphic Novel In my humble opinion, it was hard to find graphic novels worth my time as a young, restless angry teenager. Books held the key to my aching heart.

Vroman's Bookstore Blog
Books that will Change your Life

Today's post comes from Ingrid, who works with the cashiers. How many times have you finished a book and felt like it was the end of a relationship? That longing feeling lingered in your system and seeped into your subconscious. I know, I've been there.

Drunk Monkeys | Literature, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Poetry, Film Reviews, Writing Tips, Non-Fiction, Politics, Music
Ink & Ammo: The Legacy of the Salvadorian War Poets

I came to the United States in 1986, when I was six years old. My family came here, as many other families did, to escape a civil war in El Salvador, which began in October of 1979 and lasted until January of 1992.

Drunk Monkeys | Literature, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Poetry, Film Reviews, Writing Tips, Non-Fiction, Politics, Music
POETRY New Kind of Think by Ingrid Calderon

Ingrid Calderon is a writer, poet and pug enthusiast. Her work has been featured on Suite101, Electric Cereal, ZO Magazine, Beast Grrl Zine, the earthbound review, FORTH Magazine , Shoe Music Press and the Poems to F*ck To Anthology. Her first full-length poetry collaboration, Things Outside, is available on Lulu.com.

Drunk Monkeys | Literature, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Poetry, Film Reviews, Writing Tips, Non-Fiction, Politics, Music
Listen to Me Marlon Review

Writer, director and editor Stevan Riley ( Blue Blood, Fire In Babylon) and producer John Battsek ( Searching For Sugar Man)provided our inner stalker with a peer into the audio journals of one of the most radical actors of our time, Marlon Brando.

A Girl's Take on Heartbreak: Poetry by Ingrid Calderon

I don't know how to tell a story the fire spreads and gets hard to tame. I s'pose it's in my nature that fire meaning if you believe in all that stargazing silliness everything must be quick and manic fervent and feverish.


Issue Two, 2014 is available for purchase and for free viewing. Thank you to all the artists, and a special thanks to Noah NJ Bowman for allowing the use of his piece, Like a Kiss on the Cheek, for the cover.

Strike That! Erasure Poetry Series | FORTH

We asked 11 poets to erasure "Good Girl" By Kim Addonizio in our second installment of Strike That! If you want to be a part of our new erasure series, Strike That!, stay tuned-we will be opening the series to submissions from anyone and everyone. Look at you, sitting there being good.

ZO Magazine
Precipitation Archives - ZO Magazine

PRECIPITATION Highlights & Archives Photo above: Lisa Ridings | Fantommst - "Waves" Atarxia - Philomell Schedule of Exposé Poetry City of Roses Artwork: Rhyssa Scott-Smith - "From Another's Hand" Poem by: ANNALISE MABE My parents were ex-pats in 1993, took my sister and me on a plane to Prague, where dust came from the bodies ...


The Wombwell Rainbow
Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews I am honoured and privileged that the following writers local, national and international have agreed to be interviewed by me. I gave the writers two options: an emailed list of questions or a more fluid interview via messenger. The usual ground is covered about motivation, daily routines and work ethic, but some...

Interviewing our Inaugural Five: The Offerings Interview Series 001

We are celebrating all month long the end to the Ofrendas Press hiatus while we waited for our EIC Krizia to complete her undergraduate degree. Now she's a Pitt graduate and can focus on her craft. Today, we have a new addition to the site, the Offerings Interview series, hosted on our blog.

An Interview With Ingrid Calderon

Ingrid is a poet. A damn fine poet at that. She's featured in the latest Patchouli Press chapbook, Sunny Side Down: A Tribute to Charles Bukowski, she is a resident of Los Angeles and she has been published both online and in print. But why does she write?

booklust and stardust

I had the honor of chatting with poet/photographer/California-based-force-of-nature Ingrid Calderon over Skype in late October.


Drunk Monkeys | Literature + Film
100 WORD BOOK REVIEWS / Between the Spine by Adrian Ernesto Cepeda

There is a rippling in this collection that slowly builds, a waning and waxing of desire. Adrian has created a sacred space in these pages that speak directly to his lover, or ours. In his personal narrative, we witness a vulnerability birthed out of the chaos and the quiet.

The Original Quail Bell Magazine
Review: This Someone I Call Stranger by James Diaz by Ingrid Calderon

James Diaz's poetry collection, This Someone I Call Stranger captures seasons. He shows you winters made, not of snow, but of heat. He warped love into sunbeams, and explained sorrow through logic and defeat. There is discordance and simplicity in these pages. Anarchy, and a warmth conjured by so many ghosts.


James Diaz's poetry collection, This Someone I Call Stranger, captures seasons. He shows you winters made, not of snow but, of heat. He warps love into sunbeams, and explains sorrow through logic and defeat. There is discordance and simplicity in these pages. Anarchy, and a warmth conjured by so many ghosts.

Newspaper/Online Magazine etc...


Mojave He[art] Review
bone rattle

Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins is an immigrant from El Salvador. She studied journalism at Mt. San Antonio College in Walnut, California. Her work has been featured in Drunk Monkeys, Rabid Oak, and Rhythm & Bones Lit, among others. She is the author of four volumes of poetry: Things Outside, Wayward, Zenith, and Ablution.

Mojave He[art] Review
health of the ego

Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins is an immigrant from El Salvador. She studied journalism at Mt. San Antonio College in Walnut, California. Her work has been featured in Drunk Monkeys, Rabid Oak, and Rhythm & Bones Lit, among others. She is the author of four volumes of poetry: Things Outside, Wayward, Zenith, and Ablution.

Mojave He[art] Review
seeds of doubt

Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins is an immigrant from El Salvador. She studied journalism at Mt. San Antonio College in Walnut, California. Her work has been featured in Drunk Monkeys, Rabid Oak, and Rhythm & Bones Lit, among others. She is the author of four volumes of poetry: Things Outside, Wayward, Zenith, and Ablution.

Mojave He[art] Review
What one fears can strengthen

Ingrid M. Calderon-Collins is an immigrant from El Salvador. She studied journalism at Mt. San Antonio College in Walnut, California. Her work has been featured in Drunk Monkeys, Rabid Oak, and Rhythm & Bones Lit, among others. She is the author of four volumes of poetry: Things Outside, Wayward, Zenith, and Ablution.

Mojave He[art] Review
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Blue Pages 1.12 - Ingrid Calderon

Explore this new blue page containing five pieces of visual art from Ingrid Calderon - brightly haunting, impressionistic paintings and a couple of marginal, extemporaneous drawings. Often our amorphous ideas are just as intriguing as the fully-formed...

Mojave He[art] Review
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