Queer Lit
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We were in this bar, Sunday afternoon, sitting in a corner. The hour, hazy. I had been in the country for two and a half months. My friend Elis had put me up in her house, a two-room apartment on an i... -
It doesn’t matter. I have a line by César Vallejo tattooed on my right forearm that says, “Who isn’t called Carlos or any other thing?” A short time before, Odysseus said to Polyphemus, “Nobody is my... -
I ama small, pale poem—that never said anything—and wants to erase itselfwith tears -
Mhoris eMm is an emerging voice from the LGBT community of Buenos Aires. As a writer, poet and queer performance artist from Buenos Aires, Mhoris is part of a new generation of artists in the second d...
