[{"id":46998,"date":"2026-09-19T16:52:58","date_gmt":"2026-09-19T22:52:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=46998"},"modified":"2026-09-19T16:52:58","modified_gmt":"2026-09-19T22:52:58","slug":"three-poems-from-ninguem-quis-ver","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2026\/09\/three-poems-from-ninguem-quis-ver\/","title":{"rendered":"Three Poems from Ningu\u00e9m quis ver"},"content":{"rendered":"

heran\u00e7a<\/b><\/p>\n

meu tio conta que certa vez
\n<\/span>meu av\u00f4 convulsionou atravessando a passarela
\n<\/span>e rolou pela escada<\/span><\/p>\n

ele vendia frutas num carrinho de m\u00e3o<\/span><\/p>\n

imagino ma\u00e7\u00e3s e laranjas quicando nos degraus
\n<\/span>sem esperar pelo corpo do meu av\u00f4
\n<\/span>se debatendo em queda
\n<\/span>dando com a cabe\u00e7a em boc\u00e9is
\n<\/span>inconsciente das pedras e das partes quebradas<\/span><\/p>\n

igual a voc\u00ea
\n<\/span>meu tio diz<\/span><\/p>\n

igual a mim
\n<\/span>que herdei a epilepsia
\n<\/span>de um homem que n\u00e3o conheci<\/span><\/p>\n

e o medo de atravessar passarelas.<\/span><\/p>\n

contra este \u00faltimo
\n<\/span>desenvolvi uma esp\u00e9cie de procedimento<\/span><\/p>\n

olhar fixo pra frente
\n<\/span>dar passos grandes
\n<\/span>e lembrar que ainda
\n<\/span>tenho um ch\u00e3o debaixo dos p\u00e9s.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

inheritance\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

my uncle says that once
\n<\/span>my grandpa had a seizure while crossing the footbridge
\n<\/span>and tumbled down the stairs<\/span><\/p>\n

he was selling fruit from a handcart
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I imagine apples and oranges bouncing off the steps
\n<\/span>without waiting for my grandpa\u2019s body
\n<\/span>thrashing as he fell
\n<\/span>hitting his head on the tiers
\n<\/span>oblivious to the rocks and his broken parts\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

just like you
\n<\/span>my uncle says<\/span><\/p>\n

just like me
\n<\/span>who inherited epilepsy
\n<\/span>from a man I never knew<\/span><\/p>\n

and the fear of crossing footbridges.<\/span><\/p>\n

for the latter
\n<\/span>I developed a sort of routine
\n<\/span>stare straight ahead
\n<\/span>take big steps
\n<\/span>and remember that still
\n<\/span>there is ground beneath my feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

rel\u00f3gios grandes<\/b><\/p>\n

pouco tempo depois de a tia f\u00e1tima ir morar longe
\n<\/span>encontrei uma caixa de sapatos moleca
\n<\/span>em que ela guardava lembrancinhas de anivers\u00e1rio
\n<\/span>e fotografias de v\u00e1rias \u00e9pocas com o ano anotado no verso<\/span><\/p>\n

a tia f\u00e1tima gostava de ser fotografada na sala dos patr\u00f5es
\n<\/span>perto de rel\u00f3gios grandes
\n<\/span>os patr\u00f5es eram bons e n\u00e3o se importavam
\n<\/span>nem com as fotos nem com os rel\u00f3gios
\n<\/span>por isso ela acreditava que ganharia um de presente
\n<\/span>mas isso nunca aconteceu<\/span><\/p>\n

eu tamb\u00e9m n\u00e3o me importava com os rel\u00f3gios
\n<\/span>(embora eu n\u00e3o fosse patroa)
\n<\/span>(embora eu fosse a sobrinha a filha a neta da empregada)
\n<\/span>e nas fotografias
\n<\/span>me chamaram mais aten\u00e7\u00e3o os ponteiros
\n<\/span>que \u00e0s vezes marcavam sete da manh\u00e3
\n<\/span>\u00e0s vezes onze da noite
\n<\/span>e a passagem do tempo no rosto da minha tia
\n<\/span>\u00e0s vezes liso
\n<\/span>\u00e0s vezes embrutado<\/span><\/p>\n

ontem soube que a tia f\u00e1tima morreu
\n<\/span>imaginei suas \u00faltimas palavras
\n<\/span>acho que ela n\u00e3o teria perguntado por mim
\n<\/span>nem pela minha m\u00e3e ou pelos patr\u00f5es
\n<\/span>acho que ela teria perguntado as horas.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

big clocks<\/b><\/p>\n

soon after aunt f\u00e1tima moved far away
\n<\/span>I found a Moleca shoebox
\n<\/span>where she kept birthday party favors
\n<\/span>and photographs from different eras with the year written on the back<\/span><\/p>\n

aunt f\u00e1tima liked to be photographed in the bosses\u2019 living room
\n<\/span>near the big clocks
\n<\/span>the bosses were kind and didn\u2019t care
\n<\/span>about the photos or the clocks
\n<\/span>so she believed she\u2019d get one as a gift
\n<\/span>but that never happened<\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t care about the clocks either
\n<\/span>(even though I wasn\u2019t a boss)
\n<\/span>(even though I was the niece the daughter the grandchild of housekeepers)
\n<\/span>and in the photographs
\n<\/span>what called my attention more were the clock hands
\n<\/span>which sometimes said seven in the morning
\n<\/span>sometimes eleven at night
\n<\/span>and the passage of time on my aunt\u2019s face
\n<\/span>sometimes smooth
\n<\/span>sometimes weathered<\/span><\/p>\n

yesterday I learned that aunt f\u00e1tima died
\n<\/span>I imagined her last words
\n<\/span>I don\u2019t think she would\u2019ve asked about me
\n<\/span>not my mom or the bosses
\n<\/span>I think she would have asked the time.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

teresa<\/b><\/p>\n

a primeira vez que vi
\n<\/span>incendiarem um animal vivo
\n<\/span>n\u00e3o pensei na justi\u00e7a
\n<\/span>s\u00f3 pensei no corpo
\n<\/span>por que t\u00e3o pequeno]
\n<\/span>por que t\u00e3o sem alma<\/span><\/p>\n

a segunda vez que vi
\n<\/span>incendiarem as casas do meu bairro
\n<\/span>n\u00e3o pensei em mais nada<\/span><\/p>\n

os olhos alimentaram o fogo
\n<\/span>e Omolu dan\u00e7ou sob as palhas.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

teresa\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

the first time I saw
\n<\/span>a living animal set on fire
\n<\/span>I didn\u2019t think of justice
\n<\/span>I only thought about the body
\n<\/span>why so small
\n<\/span>why so soulless<\/span><\/p>\n

the second time I saw
\n<\/span>the houses in my neighborhood set on fire
\n<\/span>I no longer thought of anything<\/span><\/p>\n

the eyes fueled the flames
\n<\/span>and Omolu danced beneath the straw.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Translated by Hannah McKenzie
\n<\/span>Poems from <\/span>Ningu\u00e9m quis ver <\/span><\/i>(Companhia das Letras, 2023)<\/span><\/a><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

Buy<\/strong> books by the authors and translators featured in this issue on our Bookshop page!<\/b><\/a><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

Photo: Brazilian writer Bruna Mitrano.<\/span><\/h6>\n
\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

heran\u00e7a meu tio conta que certa vez meu av\u00f4 convulsionou atravessando a passarela e rolou pela escada ele vendia frutas num carrinho de m\u00e3o imagino ma\u00e7\u00e3s e laranjas quicando nos degraus sem esperar pelo corpo do meu av\u00f4 se debatendo em queda dando com a cabe\u00e7a em boc\u00e9is inconsciente das pedras e das partes quebradas […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":46784,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2875],"tags":[5739],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[5808],"lal_author":[5807],"class_list":["post-46998","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-brazilian-literature","tag-issue-39","translator-hannah-mckenzie","lal_author-bruna-mitrano"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46998","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46998"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46998\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47303,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46998\/revisions\/47303"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/46784"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46998"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46998"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46998"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=46998"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=46998"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=46998"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=46998"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=46998"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":46987,"date":"2026-09-19T12:16:58","date_gmt":"2026-09-19T18:16:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=46987"},"modified":"2026-09-19T12:17:50","modified_gmt":"2026-09-19T18:17:50","slug":"sacred-woman-and-flawless","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2026\/09\/sacred-woman-and-flawless\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cSacred Woman\u201d and \u201cFlawless\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sacred Woman<\/b><\/p>\n

Woman of grass, woman of sun,
\n<\/span>bird woman;
\n<\/span>raise your hands and protect the times
\n<\/span>of life and death.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pray for us and ours,
\n<\/span>cleanse the land
\n<\/span>where we walk, the eyes
\n<\/span>that looks upon us, and the blood
\n<\/span>that sleeps in our hearts.<\/span><\/p>\n

Speak to the copal<\/span>1<\/span>, the rue and the ocote<\/span>2<\/span>,
\n<\/span>speak to the sacred that sleeps
\n<\/span>in the sky and the mountain.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wind woman, make an offering for us
\n<\/span>and care for the world’s destiny.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Translated by Andrea Cer\u00f3n<\/span><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

Flawless<\/b><\/p>\n

To My Mother<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

I fulfilled it all impeccably.<\/span>
\n<\/span>I carried out the duties expected<\/span>
\n<\/span>of a young lady; I refrained<\/span>
\n<\/span>from raising my voice and scorning<\/span>
\n<\/span>the proper ways of your realm.<\/span>
\n<\/span>I posed for the portrait<\/span>
\n<\/span>of the model provincial daughter.<\/span>
\n<\/span>I obeyed all your commands,<\/span>
\n<\/span>more out of fear than conviction.
\n<\/span>You know I was the best of them all.<\/span><\/p>\n

Children are the crown of their parents,<\/span><\/i>
\n<\/span>you would repeat, as both praise and decree,<\/span>
\n<\/span>while judging everything around you.
\n<\/span>Do not ask. Do not reproach.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Do not blaspheme.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Do not give your body to anyone before marriage.
\n<\/span>Prohibition was the very marrow of your laws.<\/span><\/p>\n

But I needed to unveil the mystery.
\n<\/span>I\u2019d been a caged beast,<\/span>
\n<\/span>and when I felt the warmth of the sun,<\/span>
\n<\/span>I let it wash over me.<\/span>
\n<\/span>I ate the apple,<\/span>
\n<\/span>and in its taste I found my delight.
\n<\/span>I know full well that now<\/span>
\n<\/span>I\u2019m everything you\u2019re ashamed of,<\/span>
\n<\/span>a mark of scandal<\/span>
\n<\/span>that offends you by its mere mention.
\n<\/span>Nothing remains of the girl you shaped.<\/span><\/p>\n

And after all, Mother,<\/span>
\n<\/span>what you call rebellion, failure, and debauchery,<\/span>
\n<\/span>I call free will,<\/span>
\n<\/span>the balancing of the scales.<\/span><\/p>\n

Translated by Kevin Holmes<\/span><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

1<\/span> Resin from a tree, used traditionally in indigenous ceremonies in Mesoamerica.<\/span><\/h6>\n
2<\/span> A stick from a tree used in a way similar to copal.<\/span><\/h6>\n

 <\/p>\n

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Photo: Luvia Lazo, Unsplash.<\/span><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sacred Woman Woman of grass, woman of sun, bird woman; raise your hands and protect the times of life and death. Pray for us and ours, cleanse the land where we walk, the eyes that looks upon us, and the blood that sleeps in our hearts. Speak to the copal1, the rue and the ocote2, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":46758,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2880],"tags":[5739],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[5802],"lal_author":[4494],"class_list":["post-46987","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-indigenous-literature","tag-issue-39","translator-kevin-a-holmes","lal_author-nadia-lopez-garcia-2"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46987","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46987"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46987\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47297,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46987\/revisions\/47297"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/46758"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46987"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46987"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46987"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=46987"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=46987"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=46987"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=46987"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=46987"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":46985,"date":"2026-09-19T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2026-09-19T18:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=46985"},"modified":"2026-09-19T17:01:38","modified_gmt":"2026-09-19T23:01:38","slug":"perhaps","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2026\/09\/perhaps\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cPerhaps\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hueliz<\/b><\/p>\n

Hueliz ce ilhuitl,
\n<\/span>hueliz ce ilhuitl,
\ntlahtucayutl ontlami
\n<\/span>huan ahcualtepachuhcayutl onmiqui.
\n<\/span>Hueliz ce ilhuitl,
\n<\/span>hueliz ce ilhuitl,
\n<\/span>ahmo nemiz in ahque tlanahuatiznequi
\n<\/span>nian ahque zan tlalhuiz tetlacamatiz.
\n<\/span>Hueliz ce ilhuitl,
\n<\/span>hueliz ce ilhuitl,
\n<\/span>ahmo nemiz in ahque quichtequiz intequiuh tochanehcahuan
\n<\/span>nian ahque quiciauhcatequitiltiz.
\n<\/span>Hueliz ce ilhuitl,
\n<\/span>hueliz ce ilhuitl,
\n<\/span>ilhuicacupa meetztuna
\n<\/span>mazque ucuc tunalli.
\n<\/span>Hueliz ce ilhuitl,
\n<\/span>hueliz ce ilhuitl,
\n<\/span>onyez tepitzin toyultlacuxyuh
\n<\/span>huan ocachi tlahuel toyulpaccayuh.
\n<\/span>Hueliz inun ilhuitl,
\n<\/span>hueliz inun ilhuitl,
\n<\/span>mah axan yezquiani.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Quiz\u00e1s\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

Quiz\u00e1s un d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>quiz\u00e1s un d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>se acabe el gobierno
\n<\/span>y muera la tiran\u00eda.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Quiz\u00e1s un d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>quiz\u00e1s un d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>no exista quien quiera mandar
\n<\/span>ni quien se resigne nom\u00e1s a obedecer.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Quiz\u00e1s un d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>quiz\u00e1s un d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>no habr\u00e1 quien robe el trabajo del pueblo
\n<\/span>ni quien sea sujeto de explotaci\u00f3n.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Quiz\u00e1s un d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>quiz\u00e1s un d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>la luna ilumine el cielo
\n<\/span>aunque sea de d\u00eda.
\n<\/span>Quiz\u00e1s un d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>quiz\u00e1s un d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>sea poca la tristeza
\n<\/span>y mucho m\u00e1s la alegr\u00eda.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Quiz\u00e1s ese d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>quiz\u00e1s ese d\u00eda,
\n<\/span>debiera ser hoy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Auto-traducci\u00f3n de Baruc Mart\u00ednez D\u00edaz<\/span><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

Perhaps<\/b><\/p>\n

Perhaps one day,<\/span>
\n<\/span>perhaps one day,<\/span>
\n<\/span>the government will come to an end<\/span>
\n<\/span>and tyranny will decay.<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps one day,<\/span>
\n<\/span>perhaps one day,<\/span>
\n<\/span>no one will seek to rule
\n<\/span>nor merely resign themselves to obey.<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps one day,<\/span>
\n<\/span>perhaps one day,<\/span>
\n<\/span>No one will steal the people\u2019s labor,
\n<\/span>nor will anyone be exploited.<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps one day,<\/span>
\n<\/span>perhaps one day,
\n<\/span>the moon will light the sky
\n<\/span>even by day.<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps one day,<\/span>
\n<\/span>perhaps one day,<\/span>
\n<\/span>sorrow will be scarce
\n<\/span>and joy far greater.<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps that day,<\/span>
\n<\/span>perhaps that day,<\/span>
\n<\/span>should be today.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Translated by Stibaliz Mancilla
\n<\/span>From <\/span>In oxchitl in kuikatl: 24 poetas contempor\u00e1neos en lengua n\u00e1huatl <\/span><\/i>(UDLAP, 2020), edited by Mart\u00edn Tonalmeyotl<\/span><\/h5>\n

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Buy books by the authors and translators featured in this issue on our Bookshop page!<\/b><\/a><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

Photo: Jose Miguel Garcia Almaguer, Unsplash.<\/span><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Hueliz Hueliz ce ilhuitl, hueliz ce ilhuitl, tlahtucayutl ontlami huan ahcualtepachuhcayutl onmiqui. Hueliz ce ilhuitl, hueliz ce ilhuitl, ahmo nemiz in ahque tlanahuatiznequi nian ahque zan tlalhuiz tetlacamatiz. Hueliz ce ilhuitl, hueliz ce ilhuitl, ahmo nemiz in ahque quichtequiz intequiuh tochanehcahuan nian ahque quiciauhcatequitiltiz. Hueliz ce ilhuitl, hueliz ce ilhuitl, ilhuicacupa meetztuna mazque ucuc tunalli. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":46757,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2880],"tags":[5739],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[5801],"lal_author":[4854],"class_list":["post-46985","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-indigenous-literature","tag-issue-39","translator-stibaliz-mancilla-salinas","lal_author-baruc-martinez"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46985","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46985"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46985\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47291,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46985\/revisions\/47291"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/46757"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46985"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46985"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46985"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=46985"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=46985"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=46985"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=46985"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=46985"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":46981,"date":"2026-09-19T11:56:24","date_gmt":"2026-09-19T17:56:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=46981"},"modified":"2026-09-19T11:56:24","modified_gmt":"2026-09-19T17:56:24","slug":"the-rains-heart-is-disturbed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2026\/09\/the-rains-heart-is-disturbed\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cThe Rain\u2019s Heart Is Disturbed\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

Parapa sunqun tapsikun\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

Parapa sunqun tapsikun
\n<\/span>chillikukuna mana usyaq
\n<\/span>llakinta takiptinku.
\n<\/span>Parapa sunqun llakikun
\n<\/span>pisqukuna qasikayta maskaspa
\n<\/span>ripuptinku.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Parapa sunqun upallakun
\n<\/span>timpupa marqankuna
\n<\/span>mana llakikuspa muyuykachaptinku.
\n<\/span>Parapa sunqun kusikun
\n<\/span>killa hunt\u2019api mana samaspa
\n<\/span>tusuptinchik.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00d1uqataq, parapa sunqun kayta munani
\n<\/span>qamwan musqukunaypaq.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

El coraz\u00f3n de la lluvia se agita<\/b><\/p>\n

El coraz\u00f3n de la lluvia se agita
\n<\/span>cuando los grillos cantan
\n<\/span>su infinita desesperanza.
\n<\/span>El coraz\u00f3n de la lluvia se inquieta
\n<\/span>cuando las aves migran
\n<\/span>en busca de paz.<\/span><\/p>\n

El coraz\u00f3n de la lluvia enmudece
\n<\/span>cuando los brazos del tiempo
\n<\/span>giran sin piedad.
\n<\/span>El coraz\u00f3n de la lluvia se alegra
\n<\/span>cuando en noches de luna plena
\n<\/span>danzamos sin descansar.<\/span><\/p>\n

Y yo, quiero ser el coraz\u00f3n de la lluvia
\n<\/span>para so\u00f1arte.<\/span><\/p>\n


\nAuto-traducci\u00f3n de Gloria C\u00e1ceres Vargas<\/span><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

The rain\u2019s heart is disturbed<\/b><\/p>\n

The rain\u2019s heart is disturbed
\n<\/span>when the crickets sing
\n<\/span>its immense agony.
\n<\/span>The rain\u2019s heart gets nervous
\n<\/span>when the birds migrate
\n<\/span>looking for peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

The rain\u2019s heart falls silent
\n<\/span>when time\u2019s arms
\n<\/span>spin cruelly.
\n<\/span>The rain\u2019s heart rejoices
\n<\/span>when on nights of a full moon
\n<\/span>we dance without rest.<\/span><\/p>\n

And I want to be the rain\u2019s heart
\n<\/span>to dream about you.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Translated by Almendra Blanco<\/span><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

From <\/span>Musqu awaqlla: Tejedora de sue\u00f1os<\/span><\/i> (Pakarina Ediciones, 2021)<\/span><\/h5>\n

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Parapa sunqun tapsikun\u00a0 Parapa sunqun tapsikun chillikukuna mana usyaq llakinta takiptinku. Parapa sunqun llakikun pisqukuna qasikayta maskaspa ripuptinku.\u00a0 Parapa sunqun upallakun timpupa marqankuna mana llakikuspa muyuykachaptinku. Parapa sunqun kusikun killa hunt\u2019api mana samaspa tusuptinchik.\u00a0 \u00d1uqataq, parapa sunqun kayta munani qamwan musqukunaypaq.\u00a0   El coraz\u00f3n de la lluvia se agita El coraz\u00f3n de la lluvia se […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":46759,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2880],"tags":[5739],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[5798],"lal_author":[651],"class_list":["post-46981","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-indigenous-literature","tag-issue-39","translator-almendra-blanco-zarate","lal_author-gloria-caceres-vargas"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46981","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46981"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46981\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47288,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46981\/revisions\/47288"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/46759"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46981"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46981"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46981"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=46981"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=46981"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=46981"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=46981"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=46981"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":46978,"date":"2026-09-19T11:55:57","date_gmt":"2026-09-19T17:55:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=46978"},"modified":"2026-09-20T13:30:19","modified_gmt":"2026-09-20T19:30:19","slug":"four-trilingual-poems-from-because-of-the-silence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2026\/09\/four-trilingual-poems-from-because-of-the-silence\/","title":{"rendered":"Four Trilingual Poems from Because of the Silence"},"content":{"rendered":"

XXI<\/b><\/p>\n

Ntuvi daa in nuyu nuun yaa ni<\/span><\/p>\n

Ma\u2019\u00f1u yo\u2019o ve\u2019i jin yutun iti<\/span>
\n<\/span>\u00f1anni-ni a yatyi jinu ii-ni ka
\n<\/span>Kua sa naku-ni in tu\u2019un tyiji savi, soma
\n<\/span>kuatyi ka\u2019an naan-ni ni:
\n<\/span>Da no\u2019o ku\u2019va kaa jie\u2019e danu
\n<\/span>jin nuun ku\u00f1u yata xu-ni
\n<\/span>Da un\u2019un-ni jin da yiki tiin-ni je kune\u2019ya daa ni<\/span><\/p>\n

Ntee so\u2019o nijia da isu jie\u2019e da nkiji jika je nkatyi daa a suvi daa va <\/span>jiso a naa
\n<\/span>Je nini nijia tasu yaa \u00f1u\u2019un, saa va kuna kayu ti<\/span><\/p>\n

Ya\u2019a, Yuku Niyi, tata; nkiji dayo ya\u2019a tyata saa va jini-ni ityi
\n<\/span>Sa niyo luli-ni je niso nu nu\u2019u, je ityi nuun ka je nkiji-ni jin ta\u2019un <\/span>jin na\u2019nu na
\n<\/span>saa va nkaan-ni
\n<\/span>Kuvi-ni kanini-ni, a kayu ii-ni ka iti neen-ni<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mi lengua fue horadada por un clavo<\/span><\/p>\n

Entre la ra\u00edz de la casa y el ocotal
\n<\/span>so\u00f1\u00e9 que a\u00fan andaba veloz
\n<\/span>Como diciendo una palabra bajo lluvia, pero
\n<\/span>en realidad estoy repitiendo:
\n<\/span>Estimadas hermanas comiencen
\n<\/span>en lo que queda de mis nalgas
\n<\/span>mis dientes y mis u\u00f1as ser\u00e1n testigos<\/span><\/p>\n

El o\u00eddo atento del venado escuchaba los pasos de los verdaderos <\/span>pregoneros<\/p>\n

El ojo atento del \u00e1guila vio las lenguas de fuego a punto de alcanzarlo<\/span><\/p>\n

Aqu\u00ed en la Monta\u00f1a de la Muerte, padre; ya hab\u00edamos venido por <\/span>eso conozco el camino<\/span><\/p>\n

De ni\u00f1o me trajiste, despu\u00e9s vine con el abuelo y la abuela y
\n<\/span>Se mi hizo costumbre
\n<\/span>Quisiera pensar que a\u00fan traigo el ocote prendido<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My tongue was pierced by a nail<\/span><\/p>\n

Between the root of the house and the ocotal<\/span>1<\/sup>
\n<\/span>I dreamt that I was still walking quickly
\n<\/span>As if speaking poetry underneath the rain, but
\n<\/span>really I\u2019m repeating:
\n<\/span>Dear sisters, begin
\n<\/span>with what remains of my buttocks
\n<\/span>my teeth and nails shall bear witness<\/span><\/p>\n

Deer\u2019s attentive ear listened to the steps of the true <\/span>revellers<\/span><\/p>\n

Eagle\u2019s attentive eye saw the tongues of fire about to reach him<\/span><\/p>\n

Here on the Mountain of Death, father; we\u2019d already come before and this is why <\/span>I know the way<\/span><\/p>\n

As a child you brought me here, later I came with my grandfather and grandmother
\n<\/span>it became my custom
\n<\/span>I\u2019d like to think that I still carry the burning ocote<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

XXII<\/b><\/p>\n

Niko savi je ntu kuvi kakan-ni na\u2019a nu axin in siki<\/span> ita
\n<\/span>ntaka va too saa va ntu \u00f1u\u2019un ka miki ini da yi<\/span>ki<\/span>
\n<\/span>Ya\u2019a na ka\u2019an ka, sa nastee daa.
\n<\/span>Katyi daa nuun-ni jin da yaa daa: ka\u2019an dayo ityi ka
\n<\/span>Suni ntu jini-ni tu nuun dayo ne yata yuu ya\u2019a
\n<\/span>Tu jia\u2019a dayo yuvi kua yuyu ntu kuvi nute e
\n<\/span>Kua \u00f1u\u2019un jika yukuan yata koo nute luli
\n<\/span>Ka\u2019an-ni a tee so\u2019o-ni:
\n<\/span>Ne ityi ki<\/span>\u2019i<\/span>n nu?
\n<\/span>Ntia\u2019an natyiso-ni, soma kuma nakasi ini sukun-ni, je katyi ni ini: <\/span>niko-ni na
\n<\/span>Ya\u2019a na\u2019an jie\u2019e da nnitakaa<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Retorna la lluvia y no puedo pedirte la mano o un collar de flores
\n<\/span>todo se escurre como si el tu\u00e9tano ya no existiera
\n<\/span>Aqu\u00ed nadie habla del adi\u00f3s.
\n<\/span>Me dicen con su canci\u00f3n: nos hablamos otra vez
\n<\/span>Tampoco s\u00e9 si bajaremos un poco m\u00e1s atr\u00e1s de esta piedra
\n<\/span>Si cruzaremos el r\u00edo como gota que no desea fundirse
\n<\/span>Como luz que se pasea all\u00e1 sobre la peque\u00f1a ola
\n<\/span>Creo escuchar:
\n<\/span>\u00bfA d\u00f3nde vas?
\n<\/span>A\u00fan no contesto, pero parece que mi garganta se cierra y dice <\/span>desde adentro: estar\u00e9 de regreso
\n<\/span>Ah\u00ed hay muchas huellas ahorcadas<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Rain returns and I can\u2019t ask for your hand in marriage or a floral necklace
\n<\/span>everything slides away like bone marrow that no longer exists
\n<\/span>No one here speaks of partings.
\n<\/span>They speak to me in song: <\/span>we\u2019ll talk again soon
\n<\/span><\/i>I don\u2019t know if we\u2019ll descend a bit more behind this stone
\n<\/span>Or if we\u2019ll cross the river like a drop that does not want to merge
\n<\/span>Like light cresting a small, distant wave]
\n<\/span>I believe I hear:
\n<\/span>Where are you going?
\n<\/span><\/i>I\u2019ve yet to answer, but my throat seems to close and say <\/span>from inside: I will return
\n<\/span>There are many broken footprints here<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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XXVII<\/b><\/p>\n

Nasa katyi-ni vitan?
\n<\/span>Tu nnakuni nijia dayo maan dayo:
\n<\/span>Nenu kua\u2019an tixiko nini dayo sa niyo luli dayo?
\n<\/span>Navi jit asa jita yoko nuun tatyi?
\n<\/span>Va kua nasa\u2019a noo tyii va katyi ti nuun dayo
\n<\/span>Ntu naku\u2019un ini-ni nenu, va nka\u2019an ti jie\u2019e a nakui dayo
\n<\/span>Je ntu niyo siki<\/span> ti
\n<\/span>jie\u2019e da xu\u2019un kuatyi ni\u2019in ti<\/span><\/p>\n

Ne ya\u2019a,
\n<\/span>ne nuun je
\n<\/span>tyi niin iyo,
\n<\/span>in ni kuvi a niin iyo jin nuun kaku u<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00bfC\u00f3mo debo decir ahora?
\n<\/span>Si tan s\u00f3lo nos hubi\u00e9ramos reconocido a nosotros mismos:
\n<\/span>\u00bfD\u00f3nde se fue la golondrina que vimos en la ni\u00f1ez?
\n<\/span>\u00bfPor qu\u00e9 el canto del tlacuache al viento dice m\u00e1s de lo mismo?
\n<\/span>Tal vez la limpieza del zopilote nos pueda decir
\n<\/span>No me acuerdo d\u00f3nde, una vez \u00e9l me habl\u00f3 del car\u00e1cter
\n<\/span>Y que tampoco era culpable
\n<\/span>de las limosnas que recib\u00eda<\/span><\/p>\n

Desde aqu\u00ed
\n<\/span>desde donde y
\n<\/span>porque el silencio,
\n<\/span>se funde todo con su nacimiento<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How must I speak now?
\n<\/span>If only we would\u2019ve recognised us for ourselves:
\n<\/span>Where did the swallow we saw in our youth go?
\n<\/span>Why does the opossum\u2019s song to the wind tell the same story?
\n<\/span>Maybe the ritual cleanse of the vulture can tell us
\n<\/span>I don\u2019t remember where, once the vulture told me about a character
\n<\/span>And that he was not to blame either
\n<\/span>for the alms he received<\/span><\/p>\n

From here
\n<\/span>from where and
\n<\/span>because of the silence,
\n<\/span>with its birth everything becomes one<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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XXVIII<\/b><\/p>\n

Naku\u2019un ini-ni yaku da tu\u2019un nana-ni
\n<\/span>Jika iyo-ni je kumi-ni nasa ne\u2019ya \u00f1a
\n<\/span>Axin iyo yatin-ni nuun koo va\u2019a-ni
\n<\/span>Kua in \u00f1i<\/span>vi<\/span> jika tyiji yuku
\n<\/span>In kivi<\/span>, \u00f1a\u2019an-tikuva kuni nu\u2019u kua in na\u2019a yuku najiavi
\n<\/span>In kivi<\/span> yatin, naxiniko tatyi-ni ma ya\u2019a
\n<\/span>Je kuvi kunu ka nuun-ni je yiki-xini-ni najiavi nijia ma xiin-ni<\/span><\/p>\n

Kuvi-ni nakoo-ni sava kuvi katyi-ni da tu\u2019un ntu nkatyi-ni
\n<\/span>Kakan tu\u2019un-ni nuun in na\u2019a yuku nkuvi ita
\n<\/span>Katyi-ni nuun da jika ini ityi a nkuta\u2019vi-ni
\n<\/span>Ne\u2019ya-ni da na\u2019a-ni je ntu jini-ni ne ityi xine\u2019en da xini tiin-ni
\n<\/span>Va vitan je kani ka da yakuaa
\n<\/span>Jia\u2019a in a jiaku tyiji yuku, vitan ntu jia\u2019nu ka da yutun
\n<\/span>Nuun jika dayo je kuvi dayo kuaa dayo jin da yuu xi\u00f1u tyiji \u00f1u\u2019un<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Recuerdo algunas palabras de mi madre
\n<\/span>Estoy lejos y conservo su mirada
\n<\/span>O quiz\u00e1 estoy m\u00e1s cerca donde debiera
\n<\/span>Como paseante bajo la loma
\n<\/span>Un d\u00eda la mujer-mariposa me ver\u00e1 como una hoja descansando
\n<\/span>Un d\u00eda cercano mi voz rebotar\u00e1 aqu\u00ed mismo
\n<\/span>La mirada ser\u00e1 m\u00e1s profunda y mi hueso-cabeza descansar\u00e1 <\/span>realmente a mi lado<\/span><\/p>\n

Quisiera levantarme para poder decir las palabras que no dije
\n<\/span>Preguntarle a una hoja que fue flor
\n<\/span>Decirle gracias al mendicante
\n<\/span>Veo mis manos y no puedo saber la direcci\u00f3n de los dedos
\n<\/span>Quiz\u00e1 la noche es ahora un poco m\u00e1s larga
\n<\/span>Una risa pasajera en el bosque ahora desierto
\n<\/span>donde andamos y deseamos saludar al mineral<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I remember my mother\u2019s words
\n<\/span>I\u2019m far yet I keep the look in her eyes
\n<\/span>Or maybe I\u2019m much closer to where I should be
\n<\/span>Like a wanderer beneath the hill
\n<\/span>One day butterfly-woman will see me as a resting leaf
\n<\/span>One day my voice will echo close to here
\n<\/span>The gaze will be deeper and my bone-head shall rest <\/span>truly at my side<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d like to wake up so that I could say the words I did not
\n<\/span>Question a leaf that was a flower
\n<\/span>Give thanks to the beggar
\n<\/span>I recognise my hands yet I can\u2019t know the direction of my fingers
\n<\/span>Maybe evening\u2019s now a bit longer
\n<\/span>A fleeting laugh in the now deserted forest
\n<\/span>where we stroll and hope to greet the mineral<\/span><\/p>\n

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1<\/span> Pino ocote<\/span><\/i>, or Montezuma pine, native to Mexico and common in the Mixteca region of Oaxaca.<\/span><\/h6>\n

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Translated into English by Morgan L. Ventura<\/span><\/h5>\n
Poems from <\/span>Tyi niin iyo \/ Porque el silencio<\/span><\/i> (Pluralia Ediciones, 2019)<\/span><\/a>,
\nforthcoming in English translation by Morgan L. Ventura as <\/span>Because of the Silence<\/span><\/i> (Skein Press, 2027)<\/span><\/h5>\n

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XXI Ntuvi daa in nuyu nuun yaa ni Ma\u2019\u00f1u yo\u2019o ve\u2019i jin yutun iti \u00f1anni-ni a yatyi jinu ii-ni ka Kua sa naku-ni in tu\u2019un tyiji savi, soma kuatyi ka\u2019an naan-ni ni: Da no\u2019o ku\u2019va kaa jie\u2019e danu jin nuun ku\u00f1u yata xu-ni Da un\u2019un-ni jin da yiki tiin-ni je kune\u2019ya daa ni Ntee so\u2019o […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":46768,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2880],"tags":[5739],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[5789],"lal_author":[5786],"class_list":["post-46978","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-indigenous-literature","tag-issue-39","translator-morgan-l-ventura","lal_author-kalu-tatyisavi"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46978","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46978"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46978\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47531,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46978\/revisions\/47531"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/46768"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46978"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46978"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46978"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=46978"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=46978"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=46978"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=46978"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=46978"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":46750,"date":"2026-09-17T02:50:04","date_gmt":"2026-09-17T08:50:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=46750"},"modified":"2026-09-17T02:29:08","modified_gmt":"2026-09-17T08:29:08","slug":"meography-and-other-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2026\/09\/meography-and-other-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cMeography\u201d and other poems"},"content":{"rendered":"

Meography<\/b><\/p>\n

I
\n<\/span>needing roots, lights
\n<\/span>words of tenderness
\n<\/span>sitting to ponder my misfortunes in the dead of the afternoon
\n<\/span>medium masochist
\n<\/span>foul
\n<\/span>educator
\n<\/span>I
\n<\/span>preening on words alone
\n<\/span>perceiving
\n<\/span>projecting
\n<\/span>interposing ideas into flesh
\n<\/span>elevating vast walls of frigid metal, devourer
\n<\/span>amongst others and
\n<\/span>I
\n<\/span>fearing the mind\u2019s deterioration, wine, surrender
\n<\/span>I seize my recollections
\n<\/span>a girl: fat, worthless, abandoned
\n<\/span>doll houses and quaint cups of tea
\n<\/span>gusts of air and of sighs
\n<\/span>between my grandpa non grandpa and without my father
\n<\/span>I
\n<\/span>finding in Franklyn, Juan Francisco and others
\n<\/span>that terribleness I did not have
\n<\/span>knowing to arrange letters, syllables, and names
\n<\/span>carefully, aggressively
\n<\/span>I
\n<\/span>am fed up with me.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMonday<\/b>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Every morning
\n<\/span>as I get out of bed
\n<\/span>I initiate my campaign toward death.
\n<\/span>Before rupturing the day with my mask of accordance
\n<\/span>I mourn a little.
\n<\/span>Then
\n<\/span>I proceed to execute my regimen in a daze,
\n<\/span>the donning of my clothes,
\n<\/span>the combing,
\n<\/span>the breakfasting,
\n<\/span>I leave.
\n<\/span>I skirt dilapidated corners dappled with infinite particles of light,
\n<\/span>the wind beats at my face,
\n<\/span>a penetrating odor of putrefaction delivers me to misfortune.
\n<\/span>In the gutters
\n<\/span>overturned garbage cans
\n<\/span>outline melancholy curvatures,
\n<\/span>until even my homeland\u2019s wellsprings turn murky, abhorrent,
\n<\/span>without noticing
\n<\/span>I penetrate the palpitating belly of a random automobile
\n<\/span>and I feel heroine,
\n<\/span>then I go on to recount the trees already cemented in my memory
\n<\/span>whose leaves subdue the hard pavement with their shapes and colors,
\n<\/span>a dull thud alerts me to my arrival,
\n<\/span>I push the door,
\n<\/span>I am in,
\n<\/span>I smile trying to be agreeable, inoffensive,
\n<\/span>so that they won\u2019t fear me,
\n<\/span>so that they won\u2019t recognize my hate, my apathy, my sorrow,
\n<\/span>the labor commences.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pollution<\/b>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My dear friend,
\n<\/span>tomorrow you will be bottled up
\n<\/span>reduced to life-giving dust,
\n<\/span>to meat concentrate.
\n<\/span>The old assets of caskets and sobbing will remain.
\n<\/span>The columns of clouds and the gestating tree
\n<\/span>will not be yours.
\n<\/span>As the wheel keeps spinning, your eyes begin to close,
\n<\/span>losing humidity and movement.
\n<\/span>Now having acclimated yourself to that light of corpses,
\n<\/span>the rains of May will leave you irritated
\n<\/span>and you will die,
\n<\/span>without noticing,
\n<\/span>licked by silt and soot,
\n<\/span>suffocated by your own insipid saliva.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Translated by Ella Erdahl<\/span><\/h5>\n

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Meography I needing roots, lights words of tenderness sitting to ponder my misfortunes in the dead of the afternoon medium masochist foul educator I preening on words alone perceiving projecting interposing ideas into flesh elevating vast walls of frigid metal, devourer amongst others and I fearing the mind\u2019s deterioration, wine, surrender I seize my recollections […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":46756,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2871],"tags":[5739],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[5782],"lal_author":[5775],"class_list":["post-46750","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-issue-39","translator-ella-erdahl","lal_author-jeannette-miller"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46750","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46750"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46750\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47187,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46750\/revisions\/47187"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/46756"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46750"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46750"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46750"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=46750"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=46750"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=46750"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=46750"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=46750"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":47192,"date":"2026-09-17T02:49:08","date_gmt":"2026-09-17T08:49:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=47192"},"modified":"2026-09-19T17:03:42","modified_gmt":"2026-09-19T23:03:42","slug":"tres-poemas-de-la-orilla-del-retorno","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2026\/09\/tres-poemas-de-la-orilla-del-retorno\/","title":{"rendered":"Tres poemas de La orilla del retorno"},"content":{"rendered":"

v\u00edsperas\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

un trozo seco de tabla
\n<\/span>sirvi\u00f3 de barca al sutil navegante<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00e9l viv\u00eda \u00e1vido por cumplir su viaje
\n<\/span>mientras se enceraba los o\u00eddos
\n<\/span>y resist\u00eda el acecho de las lenguas y los sables<\/span><\/p>\n

el padre lo ve\u00eda como un intr\u00e9pido manojo de nervios
\n<\/span>sometido por un mill\u00f3n de tempestades
\n<\/span>las olas hambrientas \u2013muy hambrientas y vinosas\u2013
\n<\/span>y el viento que lo acercaba y lo alejaba de la matanza final<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

epifan\u00eda<\/b><\/p>\n

tras el viaje m\u00e1s largo
\n<\/span>el h\u00e1lito dio con otro cuerpo para su regreso<\/span><\/p>\n

atraves\u00f3 los confines invisibles
\n<\/span>y se col\u00f3 entre las m\u00e1s fieras espumas<\/span><\/p>\n

desnudo y friolento en las orillas lo escupieron
\n<\/span>lleno de algas y herido por el filo de las caracolas<\/span><\/p>\n

en otras eras habr\u00edan dejado al peque\u00f1o rey
\n<\/span>en el modesto ata\u00fad de roble<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a1qu\u00e9 tiempos!<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

viendo caer las hojas<\/b><\/p>\n

ahora \u2013Ahora mismo\u2013
\n<\/span>los caminos est\u00e1n aqu\u00ed
\n<\/span>beben y canturrean en los bordes de mi mano<\/span><\/p>\n

mientras merodeo las brasas
\n<\/span>presiento mil bocanadas dulces\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

(nada y nada qued\u00f3
\n<\/span>estallaron los j\u00fabilos y sus cenizas)\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPoemas de <\/span>La orilla del retorno<\/span><\/i> (El Taller Blanco Ediciones, 2023)<\/span><\/h5>\n

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Foto: Alejandro Sebastiani Verlezza, poeta venezolano, por Krishna Ovalles.<\/span><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

v\u00edsperas\u00a0 un trozo seco de tabla sirvi\u00f3 de barca al sutil navegante \u00e9l viv\u00eda \u00e1vido por cumplir su viaje mientras se enceraba los o\u00eddos y resist\u00eda el acecho de las lenguas y los sables el padre lo ve\u00eda como un intr\u00e9pido manojo de nervios sometido por un mill\u00f3n de tempestades las olas hambrientas \u2013muy hambrientas […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":47190,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2871],"tags":[5739],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[],"lal_author":[280],"class_list":["post-47192","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-issue-39","lal_author-alejandro-sebastiani-verlezza"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47192","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47192"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47192\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47193,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47192\/revisions\/47193"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/47190"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47192"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47192"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47192"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=47192"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=47192"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=47192"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=47192"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=47192"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":46972,"date":"2026-09-17T02:47:10","date_gmt":"2026-09-17T08:47:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=46972"},"modified":"2026-09-20T18:11:39","modified_gmt":"2026-09-21T00:11:39","slug":"three-poems-from-odd-psalms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2026\/09\/three-poems-from-odd-psalms\/","title":{"rendered":"Three Poems from Odd Psalms"},"content":{"rendered":"

Psalm 23<\/b><\/p>\n

Here I fell on my knees not knowing why,
\n<\/span>they told me I was
\n<\/span>in the lands of the Lord.
\n<\/span>I didn\u2019t know if I understood well
\n<\/span>what they said, but I trembled,
\n<\/span>and fell on my knees not knowing the cause.
\n<\/span>First, they smeared
\n<\/span>oil on my forehead,
\n<\/span>and then asked me to stand up,
\n<\/span>pronouncing some words
\n<\/span>I didn\u2019t understand.
\n<\/span>Then they invited me to the table
\nthat was already set
\n<\/span>to share the bread and wine
\n<\/span>they had brought from far away
\n<\/span>and were for me, they said.
\n<\/span>I think they were wrong
\n<\/span>and mistook me
\n<\/span>for some other tramp,
\n<\/span>or people without class,
\n<\/span>but I ate and drank
\n<\/span>to my heart\u2019s content.
\n<\/span>The white tablecloth
\n<\/span>made me see figures in the air,
\n<\/span>and I heard gentle voices
\n<\/span>that, resounding in my ears,
\n<\/span>soothed my bones.
\n<\/span>Even so, I put on the sternest face
\n<\/span>I had and made them believe
\n<\/span>I was like one of those stones
\n<\/span>that crown the hill
\n<\/span>and are good for lying down and sleep.
\n<\/span>Why did I do it?
\n<\/span>They told me there was a shepherd
\n<\/span>in the sky who cared for me,
\n<\/span>they were very insistent.
\n<\/span>But I, friend of the nopales
\n<\/span>and the barrel cacti,
\n<\/span>a maguey\u2019s old neighbor,
\n<\/span>why do I want a shepherd?
\n<\/span>why do I want sheep?
\n<\/span>I\u2019ll have to be born again
\n<\/span>to understand it.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Silence in the Sky<\/b><\/p>\n

Day unto day utters speech,
\n<\/span>And night unto night reveals knowledge.<\/span><\/h5>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/i>Psalm<\/span> 19:2<\/span><\/h5>\n

The lesson of one day
\n<\/span>moves to another day,
\n<\/span>and the lesson of one night
\n<\/span>to the night that follows,
\n<\/span>so that the word will persist
\n<\/span>and the rope that moves our world
\n<\/span>won\u2019t be lacking.
\n<\/span>You pull that rope, Lord,
\n<\/span>and you stretch it
\n<\/span>with the knowledge that accompanies you.<\/span><\/p>\n

Like ants doing their task,
\n<\/span>that\u2019s what we are, Lord. Of all the universe<\/span>
\n<\/span>very little distresses us.
\n<\/span>We\u2019re kept busy by the daily bread,
\n<\/span>the duty to our children,
\n<\/span>or this weekend\u2019s love
\n<\/span>which we managed to take
\n<\/span>for a few hours from the anthill,
\n<\/span>but the rope of your word remains.<\/span><\/p>\n

Like sheep going down the hill,
\n<\/span>that\u2019s what we are, Lord.
\n<\/span>And sometimes, excuse me for saying this,
\n<\/span>like donkeys in heat.
\n<\/span>They load us with sacks,
\n<\/span>they mistreat us, they whip us,
\n<\/span>but we know nothing more\u2014
\n<\/span>ours is the corn cob
\n<\/span>and the braying.<\/span><\/p>\n

Do you notice?
\n<\/span>How silent
\n<\/span>the stars seem in the sky!
\n<\/span>The sun itself,
\n<\/span>as it crosses the horizon,
\n<\/span>does so with a stealth
\n<\/span>that contrasts sharply
\n<\/span>with its scorching puffs
\n<\/span>that blister the skin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fools think
\n<\/span>sky fell silent and that You
\n<\/span>may have gone far away.
\n<\/span>What they don\u2019t know
\n<\/span>is that You pull the rope, Lord,
\n<\/span>and that your word of yesterday
\n<\/span>is the same of today
\n<\/span>which persists in that of tomorrow
\n<\/span>and will remain the same
\n<\/span>the day after tomorrow,
\n<\/span>and so forth eternally, knowing no end,
\n<\/span>even if we don\u2019t listen.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

There\u2019s a Cosmic Stir<\/b><\/p>\n

For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels<\/span>\u2026
\n<\/span>Psalm 8:5<\/h5>\n

There\u2019s a cosmic stir
\n<\/span>when you approach.
\n<\/span>Your footsteps are felt
\n<\/span>on the face of earth.
\n<\/span>In some places it begins to tremble
\n<\/span>and birds flee in flocks
\n<\/span>while dogs bark madly
\n<\/span>without knowing why.
\n<\/span>But you don\u2019t bring war\u2014you bring peace.
\n<\/span>You calm
\n<\/span>our hearts.
\n<\/span>Your ample clothes
\n<\/span>are of white gauze
\n<\/span>and your imminent blinding presence
\n<\/span>is whiter than mother-of-pearl.
\n<\/span>Your shoulders cover
\n<\/span>half the sky
\n<\/span>and your triumphal breasts
\n<\/span>may well be of a woman
\n<\/span>because they smell like musk
\n<\/span>and somewhat like the cinnamon
\n<\/span>we grow in the plot.
\n<\/span>But you\u2019re fiercer than Behemot.
\n<\/span>Your mouth breaths fire
\n<\/span>like a sea dragon.
\n<\/span>At your imminence we kneel
\n<\/span>and keep complete silence,
\n<\/span>for fear that you\u2019ll get angry.
\n<\/span>Someone moves away from the crowd\u2014
\n<\/span>wants to kiss your toes,
\n<\/span>be next to your columns,
\n<\/span>caress your ankles,
\n<\/span>and crawls in the dust
\n<\/span>to get to you.
\n<\/span>You offer him your hand and smile
\n<\/span>like it\u2019s nothing,
\n<\/span>and you make him stand up.
\n<\/span>Like a bull
\n<\/span>on its hind legs, the man
\n<\/span>does wonders to keep standing
\n<\/span>tries to touch you with his clumsy hooves
\n<\/span>that don\u2019t know what they do.
\n<\/span>Everything is enveloped by a throb of light.
\n<\/span>We\u2019re on another side, it could well be,
\n<\/span>in another place, at another hour,
\n<\/span>in another world that doesn\u2019t exist.
\n<\/span>When we open our eyes,
\n<\/span>there\u2019s no trace of you anymore.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Translated by Juan Manuel Esquivel<\/span><\/h5>\n
Poems from <\/span>Salmos sueltos<\/span><\/i> (Tintanueva Ediciones, Mexico, 2022) by Evodio Escalante<\/span><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

Translator\u2019s Note:<\/b><\/p>\n

Salmos sueltos<\/span><\/i> (Tintanueva Ediciones, 2022) is the most recent poetry collection by Evodio Escalante. To mention his name is, undoubtedly, to refer to one of the most renowned literary critics in Mexico and the Spanish-speaking world\u2014author of more than twenty books, some of them essential to understanding Mexican literature\u2014a figure whose intellectual sharpness is frequently at the center of necessary controversies. But Evodio Escalante is also a poet, and in this facet he has been praised by notable figures like Eduardo Lizalde and Marco Antonio Campos. This past November, his nearly half-century career was honored with the Premio Internacional Bonifaz Nu\u00f1o.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

With <\/span>Salmos sueltos<\/span><\/i> Escalante joins one of the oldest and richest traditions in world literature. The psalm, whether in the form of lamentation, plea, or praise, always addressed to the divine, was essential to the religious and cultural life of Sumeria, Assyria, Babylon, and even Egypt. The Hebrew people adopted it millennia ago.<\/span><\/p>\n

Of the three poems I\u2019m presenting, \u201cThere\u2019s a Cosmic Stir\u201d was the first I read; it was still unpublished when it was shared with me by Fernando Salazar\u2014editor, poet, and recently deceased friend\u2014who one night phoned me. He needed some poems translated into English. He didn\u2019t mention any authors, only that he was preparing an anthology, and I blindly agreed. However, when I received the poem and saw the author\u2019s name, I hesitated before even reading it. This was not only because of Escalante\u2019s renown, but also because I\u2019m not a native English speaker\u2014not everyone approves of translating into a language that is not one\u2019s own. But the moment I read it, I put aside my prejudices. I was captivated by the luminosity of the images, by the embrace between beauty and the terrible, and that mesmerizing rhythm\u2014a direct flight to a zone between sleep and wakefulness. Weeks later, when I presented the first drafts, I learned the translation would only serve to assist a Bengali poet\u2026 But texts are meant to be published, so I decided to send the translated poem to Evodio. His answer couldn\u2019t have been better; he found it to be \u201cvery accurate\u201d and \u201cfaithful to the tone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Odd Psalms<\/span><\/i> is not an official title yet. It\u2019s just one possible way to translate <\/span>Salmos sueltos<\/span><\/i>. I\u2019m thinking of \u201codd\u201d in the sense of something\u00a0separated from a set. Is using \u201codd\u201d a good decision, given that it can also imply strangeness and peculiarity? Perhaps it is, since these are poems made of singular, dissonant voices that inhabit a space whose texture is close to that of the world of dreams. Evodio\u2019s <\/span>salmos<\/span><\/i> have a strong taste of myth.<\/span><\/p>\n

This oneiric atmosphere may be the reason why Escalante\u2019s poetry exudes vivid aromas, intense colors, and rich textures\u2014from both plants and objects, some of them typical to my country. And this Mexican flavor increases in \u201cPsalm 23\u201d and \u201cThe Silence in the Sky,\u201d especially in the voice of the poetic self, where some Mexicanisms appear. I vaguely remember Evodio mentioning Rulfo while we were having coffee. It might be because Escalante has also decided to write poetry using popular language, which is still considered lacking in literary prestige by some. Since translating literature is translating culture, how important this aspect was\u2014and how difficult it is to translate Mexicanisms! For example, <\/span>como burros en primavera<\/span><\/i>, whose literal translation is \u201clike donkeys in spring.\u201d This is a popular idiomatic phrase in Mexico used to describe someone who is sexually excited, employing as a simile the sexual arousal these animals experience during springtime. Of course, as with any translation, there were losses, and this saying was one of them\u2014disregarding Schleiermacher\u2019s advice to prefer the strangeness, I preferred to leave the reader in peace. Were there gains? I hope so, just as I hope these versions may be worthy of their author, of the poems themselves, and of English-speaking readers. And may these translations also serve as an invitation to the poetic work of Evodio Escalante\u2014a rare liquor distilled from the most select thought, art, and philosophy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Juan Manuel Esquivel<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Buy books by the authors and translators featured in this issue on our Bookshop page!<\/b><\/a><\/p>\n

<\/h6>\n
Photo: Mexican poet and essayist Evodio Escalante.<\/span><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Psalm 23 Here I fell on my knees not knowing why, they told me I was in the lands of the Lord. I didn\u2019t know if I understood well what they said, but I trembled, and fell on my knees not knowing the cause. First, they smeared oil on my forehead, and then asked me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":47178,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2871],"tags":[5739],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[5785],"lal_author":[5776],"class_list":["post-46972","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-issue-39","translator-juan-manuel-esquivel","lal_author-evodio-escalante"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46972","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46972"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46972\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47559,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46972\/revisions\/47559"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/47178"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46972"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46972"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46972"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=46972"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=46972"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=46972"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=46972"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=46972"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":46735,"date":"2026-09-17T02:16:07","date_gmt":"2026-09-17T08:16:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=46735"},"modified":"2026-09-18T14:23:33","modified_gmt":"2026-09-18T20:23:33","slug":"poems-from-the-voice-of-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2026\/09\/poems-from-the-voice-of-home\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems from The Voice of Home"},"content":{"rendered":"

Translator\u2019s Note:<\/b><\/p>\n

La voz de la casa<\/span><\/i> (<\/span>The Voice of Home<\/span><\/i>) is a collection of forty-five poems and two essays by one of Chile\u2019s most outstanding contemporary poets, Rosabetty Mu\u00f1oz.<\/span><\/p>\n

Written in 2020 under the home quarantine that the global pandemic brought about, and published in 2021 by Ediciones UCM, the collection is her response to remaining at home: she is listening back in time to a record of domestic practices long traditional on the island of Chilo\u00e9. The poems act both as a guide to living more mindfully\u2014of the present time as well as the past\u2014and as a collection of vignettes. Given Rosabetty\u2019s fierce and lifelong commitment to her native Chilo\u00e9 and to her own role as a teacher, as well as a place-based writer, <\/span>La voz de la casa<\/span><\/i> triumphs beautifully on all counts.<\/span><\/p>\n

Throughout the collection, the home\u2019s voice tends nostalgically towards celebration. Many of the poems read like a recipe, with plain-spoken instructions to follow for best results. In others, the voice quietly observes a degradation of customs caused by the new industries and technologies that have crept onto the islands. In a few, the voice calls out the mindset of past generations, socially unacceptable today. For the present selection of five poems, I chose a series in a continuous tone. The poems gathered here face confinement with optimism and compassion, revealing the richness of simple yet deeply meaningful actions. Rosabetty\u2019s voice has been described as sometimes minimalist and often as reverent, almost mystical, so as to lead the reader to a calm, contemplative state. To translate these to English has brought me great joy, as I hope will be shared by readers.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Claudia Nu\u00f1ez de Ibieta<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Bread<\/b><\/p>\n

Next is to return to the kitchens. Everyone, to the fragrances and the lovely palate, to the original tongue. The boy and his sister are there with the volcano of flour, adding the yeast, waiting for it to leaven as they watch it intently. The siblings don\u2019t quarrel, and they learn to make bread.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Greeting<\/b><\/p>\n

Good morning, good morning, say to the clouds heavy with water that will fill the wells
\nand delight plants, roots, every hollow, cavity, mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Good morning to the deep, dense silence of the early hours.
\n<\/span>Good morning to those rising and getting going on the tasks.
\n<\/span>Good morning, getting ready for a few hours that could well be splendid.
\n<\/span>Good morning despite the quarantine that plunges us further into the creases of this house.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Flowers<\/b><\/p>\n

By no means forget the dead. Sit with the children of the house around the kitchen table and begin making waxed flowers for when we can return again to talk with the departed. Some will cut petals from tissue paper, others will straighten wire for the stems; the mother will heat the remainders of wax and\u2014if she has some\u2014will add colored candlewax. While everyone works, they\u2019ll be remembering the elders, the things they did, what they were like. They\u2019ll be spoken about until they\u2019re conjured and they sit in the circle in their airy bodies. The flowers will be held by their wire stems and submerged in the wax, allowed to cool, and placed in a laughing, open-mouthed basket.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Forks<\/b><\/p>\n

Gear up like an explorer, with flashlights, light clothing, gloves, and head out to look for lost objects. Over the years the house has been swallowing up socks, cups, tablecloths, notebooks, forks\u2014so many forks! Make a map and split up along the search routes.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Beltr\u00e1n<\/b><\/p>\n

The idea will be to sleep while trying to purge small-minded thoughts. As if we were examining a head for lice, part the hair and remove the parasites nesting there where we keep our stores of energy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Beltr\u00e1n tells me about his carrots and radishes, how much they\u2019ve grown, and how he\u2019s\u00a0<\/span>been photographing every dawn, one by one. He assures me he\u2019s never seen the same clouds twice, nor the same thick waves, nor the way in which the islands\u2019 edges are revealed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Think about this before falling asleep. Listen to the rhythmic surf, that voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Translated by Claudia Nu\u00f1ez de Ibieta<\/span><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

Buy books by the authors and translators featured in this issue on our Bookshop page!<\/b><\/a><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

Photo: Chilean poet Rosabetty Mu\u00f1oz, by Marianne Fuentealba.<\/span><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Translator\u2019s Note: La voz de la casa (The Voice of Home) is a collection of forty-five poems and two essays by one of Chile\u2019s most outstanding contemporary poets, Rosabetty Mu\u00f1oz. Written in 2020 under the home quarantine that the global pandemic brought about, and published in 2021 by Ediciones UCM, the collection is her response […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":46776,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2871],"tags":[5739],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[5781],"lal_author":[5346],"class_list":["post-46735","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-issue-39","translator-claudia-nunez-de-ibieta","lal_author-rosabetty-munoz"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46735","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46735"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46735\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47257,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46735\/revisions\/47257"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/46776"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46735"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46735"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46735"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=46735"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=46735"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=46735"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=46735"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=46735"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":46720,"date":"2026-09-17T01:40:48","date_gmt":"2026-09-17T07:40:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=46720"},"modified":"2026-09-19T22:57:54","modified_gmt":"2026-09-20T04:57:54","slug":"poems-and-aphorisms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2026\/09\/poems-and-aphorisms\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems and Aphorisms"},"content":{"rendered":"

Girl<\/b><\/p>\n

A girl who bathes in a river ends up falling in love with the river.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her parents would like her to wed an automobile; better find her
\n<\/span>another husband, get her away from that river.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis affair with the river could make others in the universe ]
\n<\/span>uncomfortable,\u201d some say.<\/span><\/p>\n

The wind and other famous personalities are upset.
\n<\/span>They go on the radio and are seen on television.<\/span><\/p>\n

The sun, who comes to greet the girl every morning
\n<\/span>with a crate of manioc roots, is upset.<\/span><\/p>\n

The cloud who tries to slip through her window to take her
\n<\/span>far away is furious.<\/span><\/p>\n

But the girl disappears, nobody knows to where, in the arms of her river.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Curupira*<\/b><\/p>\n

With one foot pointing ahead and the other pointing behind, the Curupira walks through the
\njungle and tends to the animals and braids the young palm trees\u2019 hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hunters offer the Curupira cigars in exchange for his secrets.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Curupira puffs the cigars; animals, trees, and fruits
\n<\/span>appear where his smoke forms paths.<\/span><\/p>\n

But the men shouldn\u2019t make off with all the animals, trees,
\n<\/span>and fruits.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Curupira could blow smoke so the animals, trees, and fruits disappear.
\n<\/span>Blow all his smoke and make the paths disappear.<\/span><\/p>\n

He could also tell the animals his secrets for hunting men.<\/span><\/p>\n

*Curupira is a well known spirit\/guardian of the forest in the Brazilian\/Colombian Amazon.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/h6>\n

 <\/p>\n

Table<\/b><\/p>\n

The table often dreams of having been an animal.<\/span><\/p>\n

But if she had been an animal, she wouldn\u2019t be a table.<\/span><\/p>\n

If she had been an animal, she would have run away like the others
\n<\/span>when the chainsaws came to take the trees that would become tables.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the house a woman comes every night
\n<\/span>and rubs a warm rag over the table\u2019s haunches as if she were an animal.<\/span><\/p>\n

With her four legs, the table could leave the house.
\n<\/span>But she thinks about the chairs surrounding her, and an animal would not abandon her family.<\/span><\/p>\n

What the table likes best is for the woman to tickle her
\n<\/span>as she gathers the breadcrumbs left behind by the children.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Wait<\/b><\/p>\n

He who waits watches the landscape through the window
\n<\/span>for the one who is not coming.<\/span><\/p>\n

He who is not coming can be seen very well in the distance.
\n<\/span>He can be seen in a solitary boat, in the sky, in the clouds.<\/span><\/p>\n

Two trees stretch their branches to toast the day\u2019s success.<\/span><\/p>\n

He who waits would be happy if the sun coming into the living room
\n<\/span>would decide to turn into the one who is coming.<\/span><\/p>\n

He who is not coming rides by on the back of a fly without saying hello.<\/span><\/p>\n

He who waits would like the solitary boat and the clouds to worry.
\n<\/span>It wouldn\u2019t be bad if the trees showed a little concern, too.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Amaz\u00f3nicas
\n<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

2. To those who don\u2019t really know her, Amazonia presents
\nherself as something she is not.<\/span><\/p>\n

3. Belonging to the human species means not knowing.
\nHow could we ever find out what a beach thinks? Or the
\n<\/span>rains?<\/span><\/p>\n

4. Indigenous people use animal and plant eyes for
\nknowledge.<\/span><\/p>\n

9. Being a person is pure chance. I could have been a crag,
\na cocoi heron or an uvilla tree.<\/span><\/p>\n

10. The fact that I can love a rainbow means there are
\ninvisible threads that unite us.<\/span><\/p>\n

11. For what I write about hummingbirds to be true, I say
\nit with the mind of a cliff.<\/span><\/p>\n

19. The river and I are the same thing, but the river is not me,
\nand I am not the river.<\/span><\/p>\n

22. If you want to know what the river and fish think, ask the
\ntiger herons or the evening breezes.<\/span><\/p>\n

45. To fall asleep, the heavens count the stars. The river
\ncounts his fish.<\/span><\/p>\n

76. No human can say whether a tree thinks with his soul or
\nwith his body.<\/span><\/p>\n

83. As if they know that the Earth lives within them, neither
\nfish nor ants care about being different.<\/span><\/p>\n

114. Many people in the world live without knowing they
\nhave multitudes of rivers within them.<\/span><\/p>\n

143. Neither fish nor manioc plants care about human truths,
\ninstants or eternities.<\/span><\/p>\n

146. Unlike many who talk nonsense about the forests, sui
\nsui birds know what they are singing about.<\/span><\/p>\n

150. We could tell the truth of Amazonia if we used
\ndrops of water instead of words.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Translated by James Kimbrell and Rebecca Morgan<\/span><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

Buy books by the authors and translators featured in this issue on our Bookshop page!<\/b><\/a><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

Photo: Colombian poet Juan Carlos Galeano.<\/span><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Girl A girl who bathes in a river ends up falling in love with the river. Her parents would like her to wed an automobile; better find her another husband, get her away from that river. \u201cThis affair with the river could make others in the universe ] uncomfortable,\u201d some say. The wind and other […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":46775,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2871],"tags":[5739],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[5778],"lal_author":[5772],"class_list":["post-46720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-issue-39","translator-james-kimbrell-rebeca-morgan","lal_author-juan-carlos-galeano"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46720"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46720\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47182,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46720\/revisions\/47182"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/46775"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46720"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=46720"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=46720"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=46720"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=46720"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=46720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}]