a short story by Miguel Coletti,
translated by David Brendan O’Meara
My father had rigged up a poultry pen on the roof of the house. In an out-of-the-way corner, it was just a bunch of old wood slapped up to make sure we always had some fresh meat in bad times, a rustic shack where poultry were segregated by social class.
a short story by Miguel Coletti,
translated by David Brendan O’Meara
Athena was the name of the goddess of the Templo Faro who stole my teenage heart and mind. She’d show up at our rowdy house every day after school, together with my sister, her inseparable pal.
English version
by David Brendan O’Meara
Pyramid-shaped, a dark dismal Shadow,
born of Earth, pointed the way to Heaven,
the highest point among useless
obelisks trying to climb to the stars;