I was born and raised in Spain and currently I work in Leeds as a translator. My poems have been featured online by Algebra of Owls and included in the anthology 'Freefall' (Wellhouse Publications) and Strix magazine. My first solo pamphlet, titled 'If Moments Were Places', will be published by Half Moon Books (Otley) in September.
Call Every time I call my mother I learn about the weather, the unforgiving sun crippling the plains, the sermon at Sunday mass, the full prescription record for her cold, my father’s second glass of whiskey. I feel a tender anger. I recall the frost, the week’s sharp evenings, the heartbreak of this filthy winter, the mellow memory of my aunt. The paper lanterns of the town fair torch in my stomach as I mute, and nod, and remain absent in a hand-crafted field of even soil where you could harvest all trouble.
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