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A traditional story originally from the Nome area of #Alaska, transcribed by Nussaalar Muriel Amos in Cup'ig, about about a baby that eats it's own mother. #AlaskaNative

Transcribed from Cup’ig by Nussaalar Muriel M Amos

Many years ago when the world was still young, a story came originating from the Nome area. It was a time when people lived inside sod houses. Ancient traditions were used.

It was at the time when ancient traditions were used such as when a couple married and bore children, every night seal oil was applied on around their child’s mouth. It…

Getting gas in a small town, rednecks, and drunken fights. A true story about #racism in a little town. #simianeditions #shortstories

On the way downtown we stopped to get gas, my friend Matt and I. The gas station was the mecca for getting beer, lake night snacks, or for meeting up when you had nothing better to do. We referred to this gas station as The Gas Station, as everyone knew about it.

This night was nothing special for a Friday, busy with college students and a lot of people coming back from the bars. Most of the…

Sentences Walk, a collection of poems by Zhang Wei, translated into English by Xi Nan. #ChinesePoetry #poems #ChineseLiterature #SimianEditions

By Zhang Wei Translated by Xi Nan

Writing is to write sentence by sentence. To write things in my way. The blank space that follows the sentences is also a part of the writing. I always write in an expanse of air. A proper sentence can bring the right amount of dopamine, which I genially call “sentential dopamine.” Grab those erratic sentences and stabilize them to become a new substance. Wri…

Cronicas by Clarice Lispector (excerpts) Read entire book here -> https://bit.ly/2A9yegf #simianeditions #claricelispector

By Clarice Lispector HOW TO TREAT ONE’S POSSESSIONS

There is a creature living inside me as if he were at home, and he is. He is a black horse with a shiny coat and although completely wild – for he has never lived inside anyone before nor ever been saddled – although completely wild, this gives him that primitive sweetness of a creature without fear. His nose is moist and fresh. I love…

Walter Rhein's "A Reckless Traveler" from @stsoflima is worth reading. Reminds me of my own days in Lima--broke, eating bananas and chicken soup for a dollar and learning to get by in crazy Lima before #coronavirus quieted things down. #Peru #bookreviews

When I first moved to Lima I was near broke, living on Faucett Ave. in San Miguel, eating chicken soup and bananas that I bought for a sol in the market by my house, and going to teach rich people in the tall office buildings of the banks and extraction empires of San Isidro. I had lost my computer, my clothes, and I had to learn to navigate the city and survive. The traffic was crazy, like it…

Secret

When the aged one was dying I asked her What other secrets She needed to tell me It was either now Or never

She said No more secrets I’ve already told you All that matters

I don’t believe her Because I know Even when I’m about to die I will not Tell everything

Since some things Are secrets Then no one should be told No matter At what moments

Speaking out Does no good to anyone Then it’s better to Stay silent

Don’t ever let go of them Even when you’re dying Let these secrets Be secrets forever

Don’t underestimate We ordinary people – Keeping secrets Deeply concealing privacy We are really like spies

Life and death, love for a dog, and a storm.

Johnny was always with the dogs. There were three of them, and they looked the same to me, but Johnny knew exactly which was which. He kept food in his pockets he always gave to them. One day the wind was blowing so hard in the fall, a huge branch cracked and broke, landing on the dog. He was back there for an hour with him before I finally went to check on him.

—He okay?

Johnny didn’t say…

La filosofía de las medias sociales y encontrando amor donde no esperaba.

Aquella noche febril, en la que vi mi mundo pasar en frente de mí (de pies a cabezas) y con él todos mis miedos condensados, sentí un apremio germinarse desde lo más hondo de mi autoconciencia. Minado por una espesa cordura que empezaba a extinguirse, en la obscuridad de mi remota circunstancia, contemplé pasmado la pantalla. El monitor irradiaba toda la naturaleza de su poder contra mi rostro…

Bloodchild by Octavio Butler

A lot of people think “Bloodchild” is an analogy to slavery, but Octavia Butler explained that it’s really a science fiction story about a kid growing up and dealing with hard facts, about love between two very different beings, and about a man getting pregnant. Her inspiration for the story, however, came from Peru.

In Alaska botflies (warbles) don’t like humans, but they love caribou. When…