Creativity is non-acceptance, wonder, rebellion
The following is my translation of a story by Isis Samaniego, with their permission. Samaniego is a writer based in Puebla, Mexico and originally from Veracruz. They founded the publishing house, Ediciones Ají, and have published numerous books of stories and poems. The below story is part of a collection that make use of older... Continue Reading →
Here are a few of my own poems, written in moments of nostalgia, sadness, and anger. -Tamara Pearson A well-contained crossness she was so silencedher broken glass ragewas sandsitting as little hillsin the landscapes of her feetshe stayed a mother and wifewell after the man and children were goneunable to pronounceher needsNo one, no place,... Continue Reading →
I'm sleeping, surrounded by pillows and a warm doona. It feels like soft flowing hills. Outside, there are storms. They gather around the city like hungry seagulls. Greedy rumbles and too much water. Overflowing concrete barrios and broken stone roads and rubbish pile-ups by drains and nearby a town that will slide down the hill... Continue Reading →
resistance words 