Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton

  Hondo First the gole flew solo – a palo seco – , before the bailaores’ feet flamed the ground that fettered them, (and gold bled), before they turned like caged Punjabi tigers, hand-speaking to the heavens. Only the gole went through bars, through locks, able-bodied as the wind, face to face with Undivé. Before the string machinery of guitars, came drawers, baskets, washing boards, … Continue reading Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton

‘Kissing’ by Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton

Kissing Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is more delightful than wine. Song of Songs, 1:2 Love, I’ve learned people do not kiss in Burma. There those that have been seen to kiss are liable to come under suspicion and surveillance leading to house-arrest or long terms in gulags – like Insein prison near Yangon – or to … Continue reading ‘Kissing’ by Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton