Traducción: María Del Castiillo Sucerquia

  BELIEVE NOT IN THE INNOCENCE OF INK Poets have no respect for the private life of metaphor. You dress and undress us like little girls’ dolls. You make us come off crude. Me, I’d much rather have remained unsung...
  • agosto 5, 2021
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  THE HUMANIST When he rose before the jury of his peers he knew he had arrived at the endgame of his belief, mirror against mirror, and when they read to him his crimes— his betrayal of the time’s consensus—he...
  • julio 30, 2021
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  A  BODY OF WORK One comes, eventually, to the realization that one will leave behind only a body of work that will grow increasingly unintelligible to each new generation. A trace will remain spread across the vast internet in...
  • julio 30, 2021
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  CAROLYN BEATRICE PARKER It was a silvery metal ⠀⠀⠀⠀in a dark room blue-skewed glow excited by decay Did Carolyn Parker ⠀⠀⠀⠀hold the polonium in her hands did she ever breathe it in? working government top-secret with this radioactive element...
  • julio 14, 2021
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