The Whitest Death
His father was also a handsome man, with bronze skin and eyes like emerald islands. He had hurt his ankle in the field, and my lover, his son, had to…
Literature /literatura
Fiction /ficción
Plaza de las alegrías
A Pita y Estela Iba de prisa y sus senos, mallugados por tantas manos anónimas, ahora oscilaban de arriba abajo golpeando su pecho. La casa donde trabajaba no estaba tan…
What Happened to Thelma
Thelma did not have one single vice, Gilda insisted. Not one. Thelma did not smoke, she did not chew her nails, she did not gossip, and no doubt she’d only…
It all Started with an S
This is why I didn’t bring her back. The air in the room was tepid like a glass of red wine. I started to soak in her breath. Before we…
Oíd, Adán es sal
La profunda religiosidad de mi madre viuda (comunión diaria, vía crucis, padrenuestroqueestásenloscielos, santosantosantodiosinmortal...) nos impedía abrirnos y mostrar en el hondón de nuestro ser cómo Nietzsche había triturado, pulverizado, aniquilado…
