“Xalapa is a magical portal of colors, culture, great energy and healing. It felt like my soul knew it was right at home.”
Those are the words of Oakland poet Mimi Tempestt, who recently traveled to Xalapa — the capital of Veracruz, Mexico. She spent a week in the Spanish colonial city, visiting for the first time as part of a new artist residency that has taken root in the city’s downtown: Huerto de Osos Perezosos (“vegetable patch of the sloths”).

It’s not every day that a Bay Area poet decides to visit Xalapa. I would know. It’s my parents’ hometown, where my mother and grandfather currently live. I’ve been there many times throughout my life, and have always enjoyed its quaint historical vibe with narrow cobblestone roads, orchid blooms and artistic ebullience. But I’ve never encountered Bay Area artists there, especially ones who aren’t Mexican.
So I was delighted — and surprised — when I heard that a poetry acquaintance of mine, J.K. Fowler, had relocated from the Bay to Xalapa, a place that feels hidden, tucked in the misty mountains along Mexico’s southeastern shoreline. Previously, Fowler operated Nomadic Press in Oakland, which was known as a grassroots hub for diverse voices until it shuttered about a year ago. (Over the years, I read my work at several of their events.)
As Fowler does, he is now working down there to connect others through his growing network of local artists — and he has a slate of Bay Area writers, muralists and multidisciplinary creators who are just beginning to enter Xalapa’s “magical portal.”







