When did you know you were going to be a writer?
One day I noticed that I talked to myself. On the way to school, in winter, I saw the letters of my breath rise out of my mouth. When I arrived at my class, I tried to recreate that writing in the air. Those were the first poems I had published in a magazine.
Read more about Rivas and pick up From Unknown to Unknown, translated by Jonathan Dunne, at Small Stations and also read his work in Absinthe #8.
