Gessy Alvarez

Author's Bio

Gessy Alvarez is founder and editor of the web journal, Digging Through The Fat. She shares her love of art and culture as well as some of her offbeat observations on her podcast, Digging Through with Gessy Alvarez. She writes stories, poems, and essays about the middle of things. Her prose has appeared in Asteri(x): A Journal of Literature, Art, and Criticism; Volume One Brooklyn; Lunch Ticket; Literary Orphans, and other publications.

Publications and Prizes

Journals: 
A Clean, Well-Lighted Place, apt: an online literary journal, Bartleby Snopes, Black Heart Magazine, Camroc Press Review, Connotation Press: An Online Artifact, Literary Orphans, Lunch Ticket, Pank, Thrice Fiction, Vol. 1 Brooklyn
Prizes Won: 
She earned her MFA from Columbia University and is the recipient of scholarships from Columbia University, the Fine Arts Work Center, and the Aspen Writers’ Foundation, as well as, artist residencies at the Kimmel Harding Nelson Center for the Arts and the Millay Colony for the Arts, where she was a Mid Atlantic Arts Foundation Creative Fellow. She is an alum of the Voices at VONA Workshop and the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference.

Personal Favorites

Favorite Books: 
The Complete Stories by Clarice Lispector; House of Leaves by Daniel Z. Danielewski; Beloved by Toni Morrison; The End of the Story by Lydia Davis; Cosmicomics by Italo Calvino; Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller; Our Lady of the Flowers by Jean Genet; The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner; Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin.

More Information

Listed as: 
Fiction Writer
Gives readings: 
Yes
Travels for readings: 
Yes
Identifies as: 
Feminist, Hispanic, Latino/Latina
Prefers to work with: 
Adults
Fluent in: 
Spanish
Born in: 
New York, NY
work_excerpt: 
"I was drinking beer when I told Helena she was the love of my life. Nothing as devastating as her illness had happened to us in the 15 years we were together. Nothing she never forgave, and I forgot. Not even the other women who meant nothing to me, whom I walked home and whom I let pull me inside strange bedrooms. Now, it’s dark again, no lights outside except flashlights and lanterns, no matter how fast we tried to sell the rotting fruit and vegetables, the stench and waste engulf the store. Boxes of decay are stacked out front. Juice and slime stick to the tile and streak the sidewalk. I shall never find someone to love me again. These days’ women are too busy to stop what they’re doing and take care of me. I can’t love them back. I can’t be trusted." --Excerpt from The Last Kingdom in Astoria (novel in progress)
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Last updated: Feb 12, 2018