Hudson, the latest book of poetry by Xánath Caraza, is the literal version of a sealed jar preserving the power and beauty of the Hudson’s sacred waters.
A long chat with Gabriel H. Sanchez, editor and publisher of The Raving Press out of Mission, Texas.
Xánath Caraza’s ‘Sin preámbulos/Without Preamble.’ Translated by Sandra Kingery and published by Spartan Press
Sometimes, in special times and places, art is merely a giant middle finger raised against ugliness.
In ‘Lágrima roja,’ Xánath Caraza attempts to capture the terrible beauty of Mexico with words.
Each evening hundreds of chatarreros (scrap collectors) comb the streets of Barcelona for metals. Their only tools are supermarket shopping carts, which are filled with discarded appliances and other sharp debris until resembling apocalyptic rolling sculptures. This work is done almost exclusively by migrants, mostly Africans without papers. Ubiquitous but invisible, their presence is so…
In her latest collection of poems, ‘Donde la luz es violet,’ Xánath Caraza takes us with her as she explores the inner and outer landscapes of Italy.
What Dia de los Reyes means to a Latino atheist.