Larva seguido de cerca
I.I. i feed that which runs away with these hands of precise animal i make tinder of my name and wait for the seed i climb from the mud a pale creature that breathes and …
Category: Winter 2015
Issue 7 Winter 2015’s collection of publications.
Fragment from Cantar de mio Cid
The Cantar de Mio Cid was written in Old Spanish during the medieval period. The poem’s protagonist, who is affectionately called the Cid, is exiled early on from his native Castile and thus is forced to rebuild his life. After …
To a dearly missed friend
Writing a letter in the handwriting of a friend who died at twelve. Greetings. Friend. I still Eat in the form of a man and Think with the head of a man. But today, I want To loan myself to …
White
Cold. I don’t want to be named. There’s only one heart, but My face is white as snow and Numerous as snowflakes. I can’t take off the black wig, and Don’t become transparent Even when I put the transparent slippers …
Thoughts on the never-ending
I die every day in someone’s dream. I am the fear of ice, melting in Warm water. A story that moves Intricately like fish eggs. I cannot name each and every one of The things I love. Changing faces time …
Oropesa
This text was transcribed from this picture of a wall near the famous parador of Oropesa in the Province of Toledo in Spain. It describes the origin of the word Oropesa in folkloric terms; in Spanish oro means gold and …
Are You Happy?
The last four months of my life were spent in the magical Northern city of Saint Petersburg. Everyday, on my way to the metro station nearest my house, I passed this small but useful market — a stark white, concrete …