A translator had value if she helped conquer empires, Cortes said. He rang a bell and had her bathed as was the custom in Spain: slaves scrubbing to remove brownness from her skin. Looking at them was like looking into a tomb—two ghosts staring at one another. Cortes rang for her, though she had once … Continue reading Malinche On The First Night
He's a modern man, and he takes a seat outside while his family goes in without him. I've already been inside lots of times, he tells me. I nod and smile. And when he asks me what my plans are -- what's a girl my age doing so far away from home? -- I tell him … Continue reading (the transitory twin)
What DO you eat at home?
It's been a crazy month! But it's been a month of new experiences. In my last post, I mentioned that I was doing a lot of research about the writing world. Well, I now have something to show for myself. Red Line Magazine has graciously accepted and short listed my submission to their 'Conflict' issue, so … Continue reading The Feeling – and a Short Story
first They are young, but not that young –and honestly, neither of them think in terms of time: it is a foreign, meaningless concept invented by the weak who must measure the distance between themselves and their deaths– and it is in this world, because it is always in this world; perhaps she does not … Continue reading Six – A Short Story
Swelali was born in the savanna, and there she will live until she dies. Enkai has watched from the sky with his bright and blinding face, and has watched over her family and their herd.