Voluntary Exile You who ate the light of the sun at dusk the age of your fears is in my head I have seen the consent in your eyes ditch thoughts have formed, water makes a skin on your malar.…
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Is Hip-Hop’s future in Africa? Is Kwaito the stepchild of early eighties Chicago House and New Orleans Bounce? Is the Hip-Life duo, PSquare, heirs to Fela’s throne? Has African music lost its soul? What is African music? Is reggae still…
Editorial 03 (en Español)
Traducción Fer de la Cruz Para muchos, la “generación del boom” en la literatura latinoamericana (1960s y 70s), que recibió gran reconocimiento, resulta una bendición no exenta de paradoja ya que, por una parte, produjo escritores de la talla de…
Pueblo Magico by Monserrat Vazquez del Mercado
Monserrat Vazquez del Mercado is an artist whose work include traditional and digital Illustration, animation and texture design in several projects. Her work mixes stylish and nostalgic themes. She is based in Guadalajara, Mexico. MVR Illustration: mvr.moonfruit.com http://monsevr.deviantart.com/gallery/
Forwards by Jesse Tangen-Mills
For the next 60 seconds, set aside whatever you’re doing and take this opportunity! Let’s see if Satan can stop this. My grandfather sends forwards. I don’t think many other 87-years-olds use the internet, although in the future they…
Jack Little : Sometimes foreign writers living in Mexico misconstrue the country in their work
Jack Little (b. 1987) is a writer from Newcastle, currently based in Mexico City. He has forthcoming poems in Wasafiri, Ink, Sweat and Tears and The Barehands Anthology. He is the founding editor of The Ofi Press Magazine, which…
Visual Art by Eleanor L. Bennet
Eleanor Leonne Bennett is an internationally award winning photographer and artist who has won first places with National Geographic, The World Photography Organisation, Nature’s Best Photography, Papworth Trust, Mencap, The Woodland trust and Postal Heritage. Her photography…
Three Poems by Margarita Ríos-Farjat
Yearning Translated by Karenina Osnaya A desert That today is still called Tacubaya. Nothing remains José Emilio Pacheco It is said by José Emilio that in Tacubaya nothing remained. Octavio Paz always longed for the Mixcoac that…
Four Poems by Ingrid Valencia
Translated by Jack Little Intact Certainty is the skin reflected in the water They are the hands that sail in the deep until one denies the horizon sitting on the white stone of old age There is still time…
‘Mexican’ Literature by Raúl Bravo Aduna
The words “Mexican Literature” make me feel uneasy. I hardly know what to do when I come across them. And it is not that I’m not a “good Mexican reader”—whatever that means—, but there’s something about that particular literary label…