I’ve been a time- wasting machine, a type of mechanism science fiction does not care for, a guy that yearns for the parties he hasn’t been to and the neighborhoods he’s never visited, the life he hasn’t lived, I’m someone that breathes with impulses of something he doesn’t […]
Kristín Eiríksdóttir is an award-winning novelist, short story writer, poet, and playwright from Reykjavík, Iceland. Kristín has published seven books and had three plays staged. Her short fiction has appeared in Best European Fiction 2011. Her novel Elín, ýmislegt, forthcoming in English in September 2019 as A […]
WE WILL SOON LEAVE THIS APARTMENT THAT IS NOT OURS for another apartment that is not ours The routine will start again sifting choosing calling visiting guessing if certain rooms are waiting for us to bring the nails that will fix the furniture in place the pots to […]
A black door and in the middle a triangle. A compact dream of innocent beginnings. There you stood, peaceful and clear. Is it me? I asked. And when your fingers resolved the air’s destiny, I knew it was me you contemplated. From that instant I never left you. If you […]
I run naked around the neighborhood, along the medians of a boulevard, wearing shoes, of course, because otherwise it would be like writing with blood every day. My nakedness has nothing particular about it except that it’s a discrepancy, a physical way of wanting to show the soul. […]
I AM THE WATER THAT WASHES THE DAY OUT OF YOUR HAIR in the sink at one in the morning while I look at you and don’t say anything and you don’t say anything either I read one more page with your eyes and you rub my […]
Argentine poet-in-exile Juan Gelman (Buenos Aires, 1930-Mexico City, 2014) published more than twenty books of poetry and his numerous awards include the Pablo Neruda Prize (Chile, 2005), the most prestigious Spanish-language literary award, Cervantes Prize (2007), and the Premio Leteo in 2012. His last book, Hoy, was […]
Yellow Marko fall day and a gerber cloud pregnant with joyous rain. Because there is no winter in the Mediterranean and January is just a fall month moaning. But you have to live, as they say, leastwise according to an obsolete calendar. Thus you must properly learn to […]
1. Francesco Petrarca, better known as Petrarch, compares a poet to a bee who makes honey with nectar gathered from many different flowers. Francisco Sánchez de las Brozas, better known as El Brocense described the power and originality of the art of poetry in terms of force. The […]
MY BROTHER TEACHES ME HOW TO HOLD A GLASS because life is here, he says, where thoughts end and briscola algebra begins, you should write about it and my brother reads Dostoevsky and has rosy cheeks as in that photo at the lake in eighty-five when I was […]