Waste I can see myself vanishing in the distance of the past. Not all the things that happened are dead. Flowers are dead, for example,my grandfather too,and a couple of fellows that I knew when I wasin middle school. I don’t know how to put out the thorn that I have stuck in my ribs,I […]
Selection of poems from Indira Ríos.
A poem by Patricia Elena Vilas
El cubo celeste, a short story by Andrea Aquino.
Hong Kong´s Danmei, written by Eloisa Cornelio, translated to English.
El apocalipsis es el hambre en la cara de mi hijo by Javier Fuentes Vargas. translated to English and Slovene.