I OBSERVED the acidic moistureApril 2014
the vertebrae went down and already / I saw no more than eternity and coldness
Savage CoastMay 2013
Europe, the thought of Europe swelled over the horizon, like a giant dirigible, strung with lights in a dream of suspended power, but filled, in the dream, with a gas about to burst into flame.
Art Under AusterityNovember 2012
Returning to Spain, a journalist and critic maps responses to the economic crisis and its historical points of origin.
La EstocadaApril 2011
The famed American matador on Catalonia’s impending bullfighting ban, the art of killing well, and her friendships with Hemingway and Norman Mailer.
The Emigrant’s HandBy Manuel Rivas, translated from the Galician by Valerie Saint-Rossy
You could look from one end to the other, but for me there was only Castro’s hand, it held me in a hypnotic grip.