Ángel Leal

Nov 5, 2024 | uncannymagazine.com | Ángel Leal |Clockpunk Studios

In my tío’s old room, I’m looking for a book made of water. He used to keep it under his pillow and read from it a story full of storms and men made of seafoam. I noticed that I was never thirsty after he read to me. My stomach felt full, and I usually dreamed of drowning next to him in a grand shipwreck. But the book wasn’t always made of water. For a few years, it was made of plants clumped together in a knot. That was when I started growing tomates in my sleep and waking up with seeds in my hands.

Jun 15, 2024 | strangehorizons.com | Ángel Leal |Danilo Heitor |Tajudeen Muadh |Jess Hyslop

My father once said     there’s a little animalgrowing inside me& it builds things in thereold maps made of flowers,     tiny templeswhere lizards worship.     How? I asked. Where does your animal     find materialto build? Isn’t it obvious? he said. From my memories. The animal still     knows the colorof my mother’s handsthe taste of blood     when my fatherstruck me & peaches. All the peaches     I ate falling in love. The animal knows me betterthan a policeman.

Jan 11, 2024 | angel-leal.com | Ángel Leal

Dear reader, below are 13 eligible poems for the Rhysling Award. They are also some of the most memorable, lovely, and strange poems I read all year! I’m talking time-traveling birds, girl scouts descending the underworld, fathers that might be the Creature from the Black Lagoon…things like that.

May 1, 2023 | radonjournal.com | Ángel Leal

The Machines Had Accepted Me For So Longby Angel LealThe factory could be heard all nightclanging its bone-like metal,endlessly shaping new male facesand new female limbs for the morning. When I entered the factory, I had nothing. I was no one,so I thought myselfcapable of becoming anything. I don’t know how else to put it. How else could I let go of myself,whoever that was, and mimic the menthe factory made. But I did. I altered my voice firstto lose its tone and intonations.

Mar 3, 2023 | ultimasnoticias.com.ve | Ángel Leal

Las y los revolucionarios levantamos la bandera del luto por los caídos sin parar la marcha, derrotando enemigos, abriendo caminos, y aunque la lucha no deja espacio a la tristeza, cada lagrima derramada la vamos sumando al caudal de la marea de pueblos libres que vence imperios, doblega al opresor y construye patrias. Eso nos enseñó el Comandante Chávez, y por ello, no hay lucha en el mundo donde no se invoque su legado.