Dozens of small rivers flowed through the Cerro de los Hummingbirds, and small mirrors of water from the Cerro de las Tripas de Jaguar bathed the meadows.

The Marsh, Part I

At first, the highest lake in those mountains was a liquid mirror that reflected the sky. Its waters were nourished by the streams that descended singing from the Hill of the Bearded Trees. Veins of water ran quickly, jumping over the branches. Dozens of small rivers flowed through the Cerro de los Hummingbirds, and small mirrors of water from the Cerro de las Tripas de Jaguar bathed the meadows. Silver threads filled the mountains of the Wind with joy and streams, which descended argünderos.

Cristina Arreola turns the voice that was stoned into poetry

Women write because history will never be enough to name us. There are so many of us who have hidden ourselves in anonymous names, initials or pseudonyms, it seems that there is a tacit comfort in this authoritarian oblivion.