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    Category: Letters Home

    Seven days, a handful of books, and one black square

    “She saw herself for an obscene sore in all their lives, at all costs to be hidden. She understood, even while she resented. It would have been…… Read more “Seven days, a handful of books, and one black square”

    9 de June de 202010 de June de 2020 by juliana

    Questions of travel

    ‘Is it lack of imagination that makes us come to imagined places?’ Every time I visited Ouro Preto, I used to ask for Elizabeth Bishop’s home. ‘There…… Read more “Questions of travel”

    6 de June de 2019 by juliana

    The book of debts

    I blame the first chrysanthemum she gave me in a whisper: I should have given you this flower a long time ago. And I blame the stars…… Read more “The book of debts”

    29 de June de 201812 de July de 2018 by juliana

    the flood of my affection

      this silence like ova bursting in my mouth, my eyes windows shivering behind the storm just before the break I lean my face into the glass…… Read more “the flood of my affection”

    7 de March de 201820 de March de 2018 by juliana

    Far too close by

    With no place to go. That’s how you feel when a taxi driver tells you (his salty eyes in the rearview mirror/ through which he looks at/…… Read more “Far too close by”

    17 de June de 201512 de February de 2016 by juliana

    Lady sings the blues, or

    the birds. now we do not need landing runways we have no body we are just our breath coming out of the blue.

    16 de June de 201512 de February de 2016 by juliana

    Autumn

      Remember yesterday. When everything changed for about two minutes, at dusk, and the red sky just fell on the red foliage. Suddenly all the buildings lit…… Read more “Autumn”

    16 de October de 201412 de February de 2016 by juliana

    Chest of Gold

    Romulo is 10 years old. Last year, he underwent complicated surgery. His mother prayed to saints Cosmas and Damian. Today, he is running around, playing football, asking…… Read more “Chest of Gold”

    15 de April de 200722 de February de 2018 by juliana

    Marcela had never cried

    Until the day Carla came to visit her in foster care. It was a small baby, autistic, not moving, nor reacting to the light. “People told me…… Read more “Marcela had never cried”

    13 de April de 200722 de February de 2018 by juliana

    To say the innocent word

    She suddenly turns and says, “Never again. Isn’t it strange to know that never, never again?”, and smiles at me. Why does it hurt our hearts to…… Read more “To say the innocent word”

    11 de April de 200722 de February de 2018 by juliana

    This luxury word

    My mother thought study was the grandest thing in the world *. It is not. When I was little, my mother and I stole flowers from the flower…… Read more “This luxury word”

    6 de April de 200722 de February de 2018 by juliana

    To things unsaid

    I slowly release the embrace, fold my hands, lower my eyes and shut myself up, turning my back, smiling strong, stepping hard, and holding a flowerpot -…… Read more “To things unsaid”

    3 de April de 200722 de February de 2018 by juliana

    Sea and sun, mixed

    When we were kids and traveled to the beach, my godfather always came with us. Sometimes, he had to return home a few days earlier. On the…… Read more “Sea and sun, mixed”

    3 de April de 200722 de February de 2018 by juliana

    Excuse me,

    I should be toying with poems and books and whatnot, but today I’d rather write about the boy with sore hands. Or the girl on the platform…… Read more “Excuse me,”

    29 de March de 200722 de February de 2018 by juliana

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