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Esta es mi traducción del inglés al español del poema “La colina que ascendemos” de Amanda Gorman.  (El juego de palabras entre “just is” y “just-ice” se ha perdido en la traducción, pero si tienen sugerencias, bienvenidas.) This is my...

Knife Song “Have you been brandishing that knife all along,” I say. “What knife,” you say. “I’m just saying, I didn’t see that knife when we were dating, how it gleams, like now, right now, nicking and snipping and carving...

LA CASA BAILARINA A Frank Gehry Él no puede escapar de su firma, y no sigue receta alguna para estas edificaciones desde Sillicon Valley hasta el Walt Disney Concert Hall desde el nuevo campus para Facebook en Menlo Park hasta...

Xiao Bing dress, tribute to Pippa Bacca   “Every attempt to make a great change to existing conditions, every noble vision of new possibilities for the human race, has been labeled utopia.” Emma Goldman   Antje Sten gathers the feathers...

To one who said that myths were lies and therefore worthless, even though “breathed through silver” PHILOMYTHUS TO MISOMYTHUS   You look at trees and label them just so, (for trees are `trees’, and growing is `to grow’); you walk...

PART I   It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. ‘By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?   The Bridegroom’s doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin;...

what will be left of you? withered leaves and a couple of skins you shed in a serpent-like manner? dead wormwood stalks? ambrosia buds? greek gods had a taste for that weed but gods’ meat is woman’s poison gods are...

1.   Dignity is an infatuation*   Evermore, for being well Runway of life packs off From unknown   Not a grief But a flying recipe in fingertips I’ve discovered all astonishments In your breast   And then it will...

Unfinished evermore    From every corner, you know I came across the strikes. Aimed and fought Fought for the desponded soul. A sullen desert equipped my vims, Fallen asleep Dreamt of the lanes At every monsoon where we met That...

the moon still passes the night crossing borders without passport children in dog cages shiver under aluminum blankets on the wrong side of the river thirst a constant mirage hunger a black noun the moon knows they only want a...