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Palabras Errantes Latin American Literature in Translation

Palabras Errantes
Ellen Jones
Tests
Tests

By Elena Solis. Translated by Ellen Jones. We were very worried about the appearance of a third cyst on my maxillary sinus. I told you that, many years ago, I’d had one removed, and another last year too. Last year’s hadn’t been analysed because the doctor was convinced it was completely benign. So we were […]

Methadone
Methadone

By Elena Solis. Translated by Ellen Jones. I am writing without getting out of bed, because when I do Jacinta and Artu go insane. They run circles around me, saying hello and playing. Jacinta thinks she’s a cat and bites and scratches me. But her teeth are too strong and her claws too hard. I’m […]

The Ascent
The Ascent

By Cecilia Eudave. Translated by Ellen Jones. en español I. The snow burns as it touches his skin. He feels faint but tries to hide it from his travelling companion. How much further to go? Two days ago he had thought the ascent was less arduous and now it seems infinite. If only he didn’t […]

Muñoz 0126
Muñoz 0126

By Enrique Winter. Translated by Ellen Jones.     Like someone carrying a tidal wave, silently rebuking those unburdened or those who break their silence the day I see her again I’ll see expectations not hope – narrow jaw, broad shoulders, the flat plain of her breasts, fat hips, a thermometer not a thermostat.   […]

Ribeiro 0106
Ribeiro 0106

By Enrique Winter. Translated by Ellen Jones. I am summer, daring, and a little bit spring-like. I am passionate, dedicated, jealous, I am very loyal. I am coca-cola. I am a barbecued, medium-rare shoulder steak. I am alfresco dining, just the two of us. I am a fillet of fish. I am nova zi pizza. […]

Suns 0098
Suns 0098

By Enrique Winter. Translated by Ellen Jones.     One sol, like the sun god of the same name, a tip for a waitress surprised by her own luck.   A red sun on the beach, a pixel in the eye on a digital photo we shouldn’t have taken obscured by lines of cloud (the […]

Architecture 0096
Architecture 0096

By Enrique Winter. Translated by Ellen Jones. This the shoebox where I live the shoebox where my father lives. Two left shoes.   ––When I was a little girl I wanted to be an artist, a vet or an astronaut. ––I wanted to be an architect (she looks at me disbelieving). My dad sometimes took […]

Last Night
Last Night

By Alberto Barrera Tyszka. Translated by Ellen Jones. Manuel doesn’t know whether it’s a memory or a dream. But he can picture himself, just there, in the parking lot of his apartment block, crouching in front of his old Fiat. He looks terrible, wearing faded trousers and a wrinkled t-shirt. He is pale, ashen even; […]