Etiqueta: a short stories

  • The awareness of death and the language that names it by María José Luque Fernández

    The awareness of death and the language that names it by María José Luque Fernández

    Graciela Pisano states that “what differentiates human beings from animals is the awareness of death.” This awareness is not merely knowing that we will die —something that could also be affirmed biologically— but knowing ourselves as mortal in a symbolic, existential sense. That is, to live under the weight and…

  • 18 April – A Famous Birthday: LUCREZIA BORGIA by Luisa Zambrotta

    18 April – A Famous Birthday: LUCREZIA BORGIA by Luisa Zambrotta

    Pinturicchio Lucrezia Borgia was born on April 18, 1480, in Subiaco, near Rome. She was the illegitimate daughter of Cardinal Rodrigo Borgia, who ruled as Pope Alexander VI from 1492 to 1503 and whose family became known for their crimes and debaucheryShe could speak and write several languages, among which Italian,…

  • Catch and Release Only         by Gerald Yelle

    Catch and Release Only         by Gerald Yelle

    Couples had to shelter in place and we tried to guess who would still be together when it was over. One couple in particular looked ready to fight just going in. Their kids played soccer in a narrow courtyard. I had the feeling one of them was about to get…

  • life is short but…  by Bogdan Dragos

    life is short but…  by Bogdan Dragos

    «Look buddy,» she said, «life is short but apparently not short enough for us to quit complaining about how short life is and do something to be remembered for.» At the time I didn’t grasp the depth of her words I was more focused on playing with her daughter outside…

  • Out of the Ashes by Laura Bennett

    Out of the Ashes by Laura Bennett

    This is a submission for Kevin’s No Theme Thursday. Image by Kevin from The Beginning at Last Never forget, you’ve been through it all  Times you’ve been hurt, they watched you fall  But you showed them, you got back up again  Rose from ashes, you broke through the pain Shackles…

  • Valentino by Lyn White

    Valentino by Lyn White

    It was February fourteenth and the nesting season when they decided to clean the palm trees. Two baby doves fell with the branches, one already dead, one still living. Valentino survived though naked and blind, to be taken home and fed  every twenty minutes of the day. Strength was needed…

  • «Missing You» by Miriam Costa

    «Missing You» by Miriam Costa

    «Missing You» by Miriam Costa You asked me for a hug on that empty white room.The walls were white, the floor, the tube however, that came out from your arm was transparent. I hated that place but I never meant to say that I was goint just for him… so…

  • Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves by Luisa Zambrotta

    Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves by Luisa Zambrotta

    Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves What did Wilde mean? Perhaps he was saying that love itself corrupts or alters its object. That would certainly seem to have been true of his relationship with “Bosie”, Lord Alfred Douglas, a spoiled boy further spoiled by Wilde’s adulation. “Each Man Kills the…

  • A boat on the Red River | Mai Thảo

    A boat on the Red River | Mai Thảo

    A short story in Vietnamese by Mai ThảoTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Halong Bay, Vietnam. Photography by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Picture a boat dock in a small town. A winter afternoon. Cement pillars damp with dew. The orange flicker of oil lamps spilling out from under the low grass…

  • soul stabbing wounds  by Bogdan Dragos

    soul stabbing wounds  by Bogdan Dragos

    “Isn’t it odd?” she would say, “that as a writer your father has such a limited vocabulary when speaking to us, his family?” Yes, mother. That is very odd. I don’t know how it came to be this way… The boy would only think of these words, never utter them…

  • LINES DRAWN ON A MAP by Mike Steeden

    LINES DRAWN ON A MAP by Mike Steeden

    As a kid I was as daft as a brush. You see back then, having listened to my teacher at school on the subject of ‘Nations’, it came to me that the world would be a better place if humans didn’t mess around controlling their territory. To me the giving-up…

  • Permanently Childish by Gerarld Yelle

    Permanently Childish by Gerarld Yelle

    I was about to jump in the shower when I heard my cousin say Yolanda was playing the drums in the high-school marching band. I knew it couldn’t be Yolanda. She was in the Poconos. I said I think you mean Miranda. Something in the way he laughed made me…

  • Meet Poet Michelle Navajas, an Interview by Francisco Bravo Cabrera

    Meet Poet Michelle Navajas, an Interview by Francisco Bravo Cabrera

    Well today I am proud to bring you Michelle Ayon Navajas! She is a wonderful poet, educator and writer from the Philippines, who is also the editor for Hotel Masticadores! I know you will enjoy this as much as I did talking to her. MICHELLE IN HER OWN WORDS LatinosUSA:…

  • The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Luisa Zambrotta

    The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Luisa Zambrotta

    After Oscar Wilde was released from prison, where he penned his meditation, De Profundis,  starting with the aphorism: “Suffering is one very long moment.”, he  wrote the poem. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, in 1898. It was first published simply under his prisoner identification number, C.3-3. the third cell on…

  • I am still alive… by John Coyote

    I am still alive… by John Coyote

    I am still alive… She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy woman and I asked her. I am lost and do not know what I need. Once I…

  • coloring book by Bogdan Dragos

    coloring book by Bogdan Dragos

    a rather slim but very big coloring book with thick pages She opened it across her lap and shuffled from page to page while the child seated besides her watched smiling at the black and white drawings awaiting to be filled with color It followed a kind of storyline with…