By José Luis Zárate. Translated by Joey Whitfield. en español The rabbit was rabid. The magician, his hand inside the top hat, realised suddenly. There was no other explanation for its feverish heat, the spasming muscles under its pelt, and the unexpected force with which it bit his hand. Still smiling at the audience, he […]
By Carolina Lozada. Translated by Joey Whitfield. español She was born wrong: not her, her body. Her story had mistakes in it from the beginning, there on the island; the patria that would later be a postscript. Her father took her to the little registry office, whose window opened onto the pier where he could […]