Category: Poetry
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3 Poems – Rla dizh / Xjaa / Lo nez Santa Mony
In my father’s eyes / I see me. / It is me who is him / but we are not the same. Read more
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Ndumūi*
en bóveda del mundo parpadea la tarde, / una lágrima se vuelve viento / está la noche temblando / la tripa hace hambre, dicen los hijos Read more
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Por Inbox / Corona de Cristo
El dolor no cabía en mi corazón y las interrogantes no cabían en mi mente, llegó un momento en que mi cuerpo no soportó más y, literalmente, se hinchó: así conocí la preeclampsia. Read more
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3 Poems: Musrhí pa ipai / Sr’ma kia man / Ksar*
By Juana Inés Reza Albañez / Translation by Adelaida Albañez Arballo *The following selections first appear in Yech tabr ́s Jaspuypayum wabsr ́ib / Semillas floreciendo Pensamiento pa ipai (El piñon y la bellota, 2017), and published in Latin@ Literatures with written permission. Musrhí pa ipai Musrhí wiluliy jakrriey, ma mishkuís yunuchum ñey ñikuis ñuar Read more
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Poems from “Radiance”*
By Emanuel Xavier RHETORIC OF EMPIRE I imagine him a heartbreaker, like I grew up to be, perhaps with dark eyes and tattoos and a nefarious persona. It is said he was Puerto Rican. In the ’70s, getting an Ecuadorian immigrant pregnant was perhaps boricua blasphemy. The local jibaras would not be having it. I’ve Read more
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Zarzamora
By Vincent Cooper Just a perfect day – Lou Reed 1. A spontaneous Sunday drive with my family To the ranch of my youth. The farm roads pristine and water towers still there I park at the front gate. A man in a truck pulls up and asks if he can help me. I ask Read more
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My American Dream
By Claudia Meléndez Salinas For Yailynn Hace muchas lunas we dreamt of your strong labios jaguar, thick African nose del color de la miel and your first scream that was heard by the aspens of the Rockies and the skyscrapers of an industrial world so far, so far from the raucous volcano and the patient Read more
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Open Letter to El Fuerte
By Rodrigo Sanchez-Chavarria Dear estimado luchador El Fuerte, I’ve tried to beat Street Fighter IV on easy mode with you, and failed miserably. I mean, I’ve learned your moves. Even though you don’t throw any fireballs or projectiles and you are shorter than that Gremlin-looking Blanka, that you and I know is not from Brazil. Read more