Nada personal

The poems in Nothing Personal speak from a knife-edge, where desire brushes against guilt, memory becomes living matter and night holds up a mirror. Yudith Izaguirre writes in an intense, erudite and visceral voice. She brings together the intimate and the symbolic, the city and exile, love and loss, asking no permission and offering no easy comfort.

These poems follow the heart's strategy: friendships fracture, faith gives no answer, death enters the house with unnerving politeness, and clarity arrives when there's no use pretending any longer. Literary allusions meet a contemporary pulse that feels familiar: Lorca, Storni, Hamlet, Hemingway; Cuba as both wound and belonging; November as a season of feeling.

For anyone seeking poetry that names things rather than merely decorating them, poetry that leaves its mark slowly and rings true. Reading Nothing Personal is a descent and a return, a way to recognise yourself in what we sometimes leave unsaid for too long. If you're drawn to books that make you face things head-on, this is one you won't forget.