Nothing to wear

•26/09/2018 • Leave a Comment

–  “But, I have nothing to wear!”, he heard as he closed the lid upon her.

The husband then decided on a closed-casket funeral.


Mariana Antúnez (2018)



•10/09/2018 • Leave a Comment



There is a war

on the other side of my door

explosions of lightning

squandered in your eyes

the debris amalgamating

with the grays of your mustache


I know those scars

your scars,

and I know them well:

the thunder in your forehead

the road map of keloids

on your right arm

the lashings on your back


From your beard

the ashes migrate to my pubis

stoical and short-sighted


Push me against

that corner lighted with neon

to faint between your legs

between the uproar of the bombs

and the scandal of your thighs


Get me out of this dress,

to yell, in between moans,

at that god, ever so silent.

Let us be lovers

for the war

raging out there,

to hurt a little less.


Mariana Antúnez (2018)

Red sea

•29/08/2018 • Leave a Comment


Standing by your sea

parting in two,

splashes of salt

encrusted in me

riddled me with moon

and lacerating fury


I make my way

through the morbid crack

red, like my feet

wounded in blood and stars

retracing your steps

fumbling for you

in the darkest corners of my shadow


my mouth full of sand

my voice misspelled in stone

you disappear

the sea reunites

the waves crash down on me

and it is there

in the current of your embrace

where I have found salvation


Mariana Antúnez (2018)

Photo: “The Fouth Horseman” by Gustave Dore


•26/08/2018 • Leave a Comment

Dreaming of you

is to face the brutality of your absence,

is waking up with a sunken chest

and on the verge of tears.


This stillborn poem

also misses you,

although it is impossible to miss

this void that we have always been:

you    and    I.


Mariana Antúnez (2018)



•12/08/2018 • Leave a Comment

When I want to escape

I write transversely

never in cursive

my words, completely free from all constraints.


In the end,

only they hold the freedom

to breathe and live on my paper,

outside of me.

I watch them through the glass of my misfortunes,

while the last traces of my existence

are bled out by my sharpened pencil.


Mariana Antúnez (2018)


•08/08/2018 • Leave a Comment



“Without you,

the sun goes down like an abandoned corpse”

Alejandra Pizarnik


Songs are still playing

graves keep filling up

hours go by

and collapse further ahead,




Meanwhile, the space trapped

between my back and my breasts

remains raw,

sleepless and alive,

choking in the void left behind.



At the end of the day,

I too collapse

begging for a merciful demise

but life carries on

with the burden of many deaths

except for my own.



Mariana Antúnez (2018)

Photo: “Dead heart” by Tony Koehe

Fantasmas/ Ghosts

•14/07/2018 • Leave a Comment

Los invitamos a pasar una tarde llena de lecturas y anécdotas espeluznantes en la mejor compañía. ¡Nos vemos entre libros!

We are happy to invite you to spend an evening filled with spooky stories and anecdotes surrounded by books and the best company. See you guys there!