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Palabras Errantes Latin American Literature in Translation

Palabras Errantes
Tilsa Otta
Tilsa Otta

Translated by K.T. Billey.   today for the first time I was offended by god having met you as a woman without a penis you who likes them so much you say pricks speaking of sizes I have one but it’s for personal use it’s not really mine I couldn’t use it with you it’s […]

Artemisa Téllez
Artemisa Téllez

Translated by Charlotte Whittle   The Day After Tomorrow When I am dead Will the risen ones come to the world and seek my eyes among the tombs of the graveyard? Will my hands be licked by the dogs that didn’t live to see another summer? Will I be mourned by my brother, the one […]

Reality and Desire
Reality and Desire

By Gisela Kozak Rovero. Translated by María José Giménez Reality, yes, reality: A seal of closure on all doors of desire. Olga Orozco The young woman has read the following text over and over on her computer screen: She was always a woman whose heart was set on fire, always exercised her freedom because you […]

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 […]

THESE ARE THINGS THAT I ONLY TELL MYSELF
THESE ARE THINGS THAT I ONLY TELL MYSELF

By Rosa María Roffiel. Translated by Charlotte Coombe. Oh, the fantasy! Oh, the reality! Yes, these are things that I only tell myself. Like how when we had our first meeting to see if you would take me on as a patient and if I wanted you as my therapist, straight off I liked the […]

Something Naked
Something Naked

By Martín Cerisola, translated by Keith Ekiss. Photography by Diego Vidart. from Something Naked   “All the beautiful phrases spoken about transcending nature prove ineffectual in the face of the primordial forces of life.” —Frank Kafka, Diaries   I A cemetery of elephants. A vast territory of immense, white bones.   Suddenly, in a corner, […]

Sonetos a dos
Sonetos a dos

from Sonetos a dos by Horacio Cavallo and Francisco Tomsich, translated by Geoffrey Brock. Photography by Diego Vidart.   Hermes I.   Crickets are errors in the silence, or so thinks sleepless Hermes, in his boxer shorts. Chin on his fist, packet of cigarettes beneath the portrait of Florencio.   The moon, the window: up […]

Elisa Mastromatteo
Elisa Mastromatteo

By Elisa Mastromatteo, translated by Orlando Menes. Photography by Diego Vidart.   As Simple as That   One must simply let it come out, one must let it it wants to come out, and it goes forth forges new energies comes out, breathes rummages through objects, removes lint it looks and points, makes drawings leaps […]

Alicia Preza
Alicia Preza

By Alicia Preza, translated by Julia Leverone. Photography by Diego Vidart.   The Spell   Long ago, I left my home. In this new place, remote, no one can find me. An ancient woman took me in— her age breeds gleeful bats. The woman prepares a treat, shuts herself in the kitchen. Her dogs lie […]

Miguel Avero
Miguel Avero

Miguel Avero, translated by Jona Colson. Photography by Diego Vidart. Sea breaking open   The night disintegrates over the brightness of the umbrellas, over the countless skins gradually hardened. In the folds of the quivering breeze air and water are the same. Individuals rush trampling the perplexed mirrors of the street. A gray smoke that […]

Javier Etchevarren
Javier Etchevarren

By Javier Etchevarren, translated by Don Bogen. Photography by Diego Vidart.   The Despicable Man Watching TV   it enters the eyes and comes out the mouth a feed of words to get our drives drooling with exotic passions that sustain us through the shock of unending effluvium   everything happens at a distance the […]

Andrea Durlacher
Andrea Durlacher

By Andrea Durlacher, translated by Anna Rosenwong. Photography by Diego Vidart.   Life is as much the same as it is profane   We will flee between the rocks we are disquisition. The absolute outburst of destiny go talk to someone else about free will, about human individuality! What for? Day after day we deny […]

Laura Chalar
Laura Chalar

By Laura Chalar, translated by Erica Mena. Photography by Diego Vidart.   Helsinki When that bitter rag gets rammed in her throat, which may happen several times during a standard day, she closes her eyes and imagines herself in Helsinki. The air draws blood from those who breathe it, the sun smooths the streets, the […]

River Plate
River Plate

By Leonardo Lesci, translated by Christopher Schafenacker. Photography by Diego Vidart.   Río de la Plata   El río de la plata is low and I enter on its blind side, the water drops further still like a woman penetrated by the steps of a bizarre dance.   El río de la plata is low […]

For the Seals/ Para las focas
For the Seals/ Para las focas

By Juan Manuel Sánchez, translated by Cindy Schuster. Photography by Diego Vidart   I   Of late the city is awash with seals.   Seals at my heels penguinized seals chimney-smoking seals in meetings.   Seals sealing deals drinking scotch on the rocks.   I lock myself in the bathroom I need legs.   I […]

Poems of Martín Uruguay Martínez
Poems of Martín Uruguay Martínez

By El Hoski, translated by Kevin González. Photography by Diego Vidart.   Silence the milky cock slams the table a mallet the milky cock slams the table oh          oh         oh what is this I hear? it is the poets they beg for good words and a rain of triangular dicks that […]

The Conqueror’s Elastic Entrails
The Conqueror's Elastic Entrails

By Bernardo Fernández. Translated by Lucy Greaves. For Gerardo Horacio Porcayo español   Accountant Rabindranath Jiménez rechecked the data showing on the micro-screen implanted in his retina. Apparently the planet in question was rich in copper. Extraordinarily rich in copper. He had a last check through the results that the Corporation’s probe had sent back. […]

The blood our heroes shed
The blood our heroes shed

Written by Bernardo Fernández in collaboration with Gerardo Sifuentes. Translated by Isabelle Chaize. español If all our dreams came true, the world would become a nightmare John Updike 1 Brazil, 1979 A few hundred metres below us Carnival seethed. Rio was a madhouse without walls. But up here, in our penthouse, his back to the […]

The Latin Cities
The Latin Cities

By Alberto Chimal. Translated by Fionn Petch. español A, of the many entrances: its walls are made of doors and the inhabitants all have a window to the front – whether painted or not we do not know. B, which is mounted on vast wooden platforms and pulled back and forth across the plain by […]

Twenty About Robots
Twenty About Robots

By Alberto Chimal. Translated by Fionn Petch. For Bernardo Fernández Bef español   00000 “Robots’ dreams taste of oil and electricity, like anyone else’s. But they have flowers and crystals no one else can see, unfathomable anguish, logical snares…” “Do humans’ dreams taste of oil and electricity too, then, teacher?” “Within a few centuries we […]

Abduct me
Abduct me

By Gerardo Sifuentes. Translated by Paul Merchant. español Once my neighbour saw lights in the sky. That’s why he watched it constantly, because he thought they’d bring him a message from another planet, and while he waited he spent his afternoons on the rooftop with a pair of binoculars and a six-pack of Tecate. His […]

Homme Fatal
Homme Fatal

By Gabriela Fonseca. Translated by Carolina Orloff. español Out of all the questions that remain with me, the main one is this: when exactly did I lose myself? I am watching José sleep and it seems as if his heart, his brain and even his behind have a restless life of their own. He rolls […]

The other night of Tlatelolco
The other night of Tlatelolco

By Bernardo Esquinca. Translated by Elsa M. Treviño. español His brain switched on like a TV. It was night, cold and raining, but in his new condition those details were irrelevant. He might as well be in the desert, under an infernal sun, in forty-degree heat. Shadows and forms moved around him. Little by little, […]

The Erosion of Ink
The Erosion of Ink

By Gerardo Piña. Translated by Lawrence Schimel español At first, it didn’t seem strange to me. The fourth volume of the complete works of the German anthropologist Thomas W. Heinrich had remained in my library for over forty years and I had never consulted it. Therefore, I didn’t know what to think of the barely […]

Schrödinger’s Cat
Schrödinger's Cat

By Gerardo Piña. Translated by Lawrence Schimel. español I knew that Vinicio Irigoyen had died because he told me so himself. Our meeting had not been entirely casual, since we both attended the presentation of Suárez’s latest book. At ten to eleven I decided to go home and on my doorstep he stopped me to […]

The Plague
The Plague

By Erika Mergruen. Translated by Rachel Randall. español For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived in the southern district. We were just some snotty little kids when the borders were drawn: “Letters A to L, applications closed; Letters M to P, three days remain in which to validate your passport; Letters O to […]

The Second Sun
The Second Sun

By Erika Mergruen. Translated by Rachel Randall. español Dawn was breaking. The entire plain was covered with a thin layer of cloud. The inhabitants were stretching, some in silence, others chanting a hymn bequeathed from one generation to the next. There arose the buzzing of insects, the roar of a predator and its victims’ fearless […]

Pisces
Pisces

By Erika Mergruen. Translated by Rachel Randall. español It was so tempting to lose yourself in the spiral of that pearly shell. Perhaps the effect of its refraction through the glass and water made it appear more remarkable. It was so easy to sit in front of the tank and let the minutes pass, without […]

DENDROLOGY
DENDROLOGY

By Arturo Vallejo. Translated by Jessica Sequeira. The woman was seated on a park bench taking photos of the trees with her smart phone. She wanted to identify all the species in the city. She had an apple in her hand, but had neglected it, so that the fruit was turning a nauseating coffee colour […]