Ballad of the Moon, Moon El aire la vela, vela. El aire la está velando. after Lorca A pettelengra boy whacks petalos on his anvil. The moon slides into his smithy, bright as a borì. The boy can not stop himself staring. The moon releases her arms in flames of flamenco, … Continue reading ‘Ballad of the Moon, Moon’ by David Morley
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‘Hondo’ by 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 … Continue reading ‘Hondo’ by Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton
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