Category: Spanish

• Nine Poems by Violeta González Santos

  The mist comes down, differed from the clouds by her closeness. The air feels foamy.

  Spanish

  Georgina Fooks, Violeta González Santos

• Seven Poems by Alfonsina Storni

  You’d broken my sun: off the constellations’ serrated mechanisms it hung in shreds yet to touch the tree, house of light toying with burning earth.

  Spanish

  Alfonsina Storni, Elisa Taber

• Five Poems by Gastón Fernández

  Divide the veins I see is less accessible than depth of air

  Spanish

  Gastón Fernández, KM Cascia

• Three Poems by Yaxkin Melchy

  Small lines for molecules of Hydrogen or two suns putting on a show The present is silence, but I want something crucial where I can go and I finish saying:

  Spanish

  Ryan Greene, Yaxkin Melchy

• Five Poems by Tania Ganitsky

  You can’t love and write poems. To be Orpheus, / Orpheus had to lose Eurydice.

  Spanish

  Guy Bennett, Tania Ganitsky

• Four Poems by Andrés Ajens

  a silence will have yet been spoken / prior to the saying, its time, language and its metaphors,

  Spanish

  Andrés Ajens, Erín Moure

• Pilar Adón

  They don’t notice/ that we carry a bitterness in our genes/ inherited from every woman.

  Spanish

  Pilar Adón, Samantha Schnee

• Verónica Zondek

  Now I need to tell of this listing/ rotten house/ its wounded/ sick/ gnawed scraps/ bowed down to beg for leave/ kissed to death by a fine finger

  Spanish

  Katherine Silver, Verónica Zondek

• Vicente Luis Mora

  what is real is like a desert / an annihilation of the unconscious / because it is an alternative unconscious / what is real is no longer real

  Spanish

  Adriana Alcina Gomez, Vicente Luis Mora

• Carmen Boullosa

  And the Word never did become flesh because it is not made / manifest, but rather is / given over to other flesh.

  Spanish

  Carmen Boullosa, Catherine Hammond