[tabby title="Poem"] Our used words give the game away -all - ‘the’ and ‘big’, ‘lottery’, ‘dream’.We emphasise the definite,for this is it, score underlined,the win that turned our life around,that served as headline on our lips -but will it too...

[tabby title="Poem"] During the lightOf the nightWe hide underThe moons' shade,We dare not toMove becauseThe stars haveEyes too,A sign of ourPresence mightShake the skyOpen with lightningAnd renderUs blind,The spark onGod's faceIs too bright forOur heathen eyes,So we waitFor the sunTo...

[tabby title="Poem (Asturian)"] andes a la guetade les prebesd'un mundiu trescendente,estremáu y allonxáude les miseries cotidianesde los homes.(poro fuisti dende abenayáa la gueta la poesía).***pero yá escaecistila llingua'l rescamplíu(la llingua'l Nuberu)esta nueche de tuena. [tabby title="English Translation"] you are lookingfor...

[tabby title="Poem"] Listening to my mother lie,Singing all is well, butThe truth of herPain is neatly hiddenUnderneath the pagesOf her favouriteBible verses.Her blind faithIs a testimonyShe wears a smileLike herChurch uniformOn Sundays,But within sheIs breaking Her back carrying aHeavy cross,Ready...

[tabby title="Poem"] Listening to my mother lie(about the hardships, the pain,the struggle) all is fine. The trauma she collected in a bagfrom childhood. Prickly, sharp,strong in odour, a thickness from a culturedeep in the seas of mistaken paradise.Her inability to...