Tierra
San Pedro Sacatepéquez, Guatemala TV reporter: a black suit bites into him at the shoulders, arms and waist. Stalk of the microphone sways between the hospital bed pillow of the…
Literature /literatura
Poetry /poesía
La arena del silencio
Llevo dentro de mí los desiertos, la arena caliente del silencio. Edmond Jabès 1. Tengo el recuerdo de un nombre en la punta de la lengua, por eso exploro las…
Two Poems
English translation by Tanya Huntington Jonah The word fish wriggles its way deep into the river. And now, on my command, it bites into another fish there, in the dark.…
Dos poemas
pandemia pero llegó tu waterloo: y el mío: 1980: rock hudson estremece la tevé —las redes sociales eran cosa del futuro— y, como todo santo cuando se le necesita, tú…
Itinerary of Forgetting
Itinerario del olvido
Translated by LAWRENCE SCHIMEL One. This is the last day which, resigned, I bury in the sterile ground of an island to which I am forever tied. Tomorrow I must…
Three Poems Under Quarantine
Tres poemas desde la cuarentena
WHILE THE LAWS OF PHYSICS REMAIN INTACT there are aspects of reality hammered out daily hammered into our brains unnaturally alarms sounded before dawn and so we never awaken rather…
Five Poems
Cinco poemas
Translation by Melanie Márquez Adams MARROW Havana reverberates, resists, bursting through the cobblestones. Light years, I sense a galaxy of infant stars. …
The Ostrich
—feathers and all 1. Twin drumsticks tapering down to two-toed feet arched tense on the ground, this creature’s legs like an athlete’s thighs poised to sprint, or in a different…
Mapas 1
como en las trazas de un cuerpo quemado el mapa produce territorio María Auxiliadora Álvarez Mapas, me dicen. Ciudades, pueblos, calles. Cartas marinas. Continentes apenas imaginados. Montañas, ríos. Y nuestros…
Three Poems
Tres poemas
Translated to English by G. J. Racz New York Zero Hour The streets of New York are really deserted No one is milling around here or walking about Rain is…
Three poems
English translation by Roger Hickin • From O me voy o te vas (unpublished) XVII There’s no denying it, the days are flying by: it’s Friday again and I still…
Dos poemas
A puro hueso 1. “Me pisa los talones, la memoria. Me los muerde, me los arranca, me deja el hueso al descubierto y camino a puro hueso…” Alicia Kozameh, Sal…
Translated to English by G. J. Racz New York Zero Hour The streets of New York are really deserted No one is milling around here or walking about Rain is…
Three poems
English translation by Roger Hickin • From O me voy o te vas (unpublished) XVII There’s no denying it, the days are flying by: it’s Friday again and I still…
Dos poemas
A puro hueso 1. “Me pisa los talones, la memoria. Me los muerde, me los arranca, me deja el hueso al descubierto y camino a puro hueso…” Alicia Kozameh, Sal…
