Contributions by Carys Evans-Corrales
Carys Evans-Corrales was born in London and grew up in Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, and Jamaica, where she had the chance to learn toddler-level Hainanese, German, and fluent Malay before leaving high school. She holds a degree in Linguistics from the University of York, specializing in Spanish and Swahili. She traveled to Salamanca with a bursary of the Spanish government; there, she fell in love with the Galician language and literature. She taught at Santiago de Compostela, finished a Ph.D in Spanish Literature at Rutgers University, and later joined the University of Pittsburgh at Bradford, where she now serves as Director of Foreign Languages.
Yolanda Castaño
translated by Carys Evans-Corrales
“What’s wrong here is that we don’t know
how to sell ourselves,” your fellow tenants
would always complain.
But when that guy who really had a handle on it
moved into Apartment B, fifth floor,
the whole building soon began to stone him from their little
balconies.
A cowering disc. Appropriating hens.
If all of our imaginary fades away, where then
are the organs with which we forget?
To raise, it took multitudes;
to demolish: just a handful of folks.
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PRETENDING THAT THE PAIN SHE FEELS IS PAIN
My looks suggest I like
things that I do not.
Everyone speaks through
closed lips.
As does this.
The walls of a grotto where, ten thousand years ago,
someone sullies the natural essence of the stone.
Coins, alternating current,
a girl born with beauty in her genes,
pock-marked by hang-ups.
Like an orgasm in Hedy Lamarr, like Nikola Tesla’s eyes.
A country where one needn’t be,
but can merely
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