Neure masailak sagar erdi bi dira,dakarkidan gorritasun samurrez bikiak,eta minduraz epel daudela,bere zukutik bazkaldu du euliak. Badakit, azken batean,neure okerraren idazle naizela,eta jainkotzat hartu nuen euli hurajainkoa ez zela. Ene laguna,Ulertu nire nekea: Zer gertatzen da nitaz, bakarrik,ez itxaroten eta ez itxarotua izatean? Borondate onetik urrun nago … [Leer más...]
Lady Liberty
I had always known my gramps to be a strange man. As often as he seemed to let the simple things slip from his mind, there was never a day I didn’t see him holding that book. Seldom did he let me glimpse more than a few stray words, but now I held it between my fingers, and it had never looked so heavy before. Thick and timeworn, its yellowed cover and sturdy, stiff pages had a … [Leer más...]
Hereditary
The seed of wrath roots in her stomach, the seed of a sin that grows into a daughter. It’s a sin that swells, splits the womb and sprouts, all teeth, all sour, all ugly things to the core. My bitterness is my mother’s heirloom, a relic of her unspoken labor, a silence carved from the marrow of rage, rage shaped into a compliant shape, rage taught to swallow like rotten … [Leer más...]
