Maria Ivanna, autor en ERRR MAGAZINE

Monterrey

Maria Ivanna — Thu, 19 Mar 2026 17:00:00 +0000

Childhood, devour me alive—swallow me and defecate me into nothingness.
En el silencio las ciudades fantasmas no son de asfalto caliente que te quema los pies, sino de rostros y nombres que escupen mis ruinas en el inconsciente del universo.

I no longer speak.
Look how I remain still.
Look how I love, with absurd sadness, the life that came after you.
Give me a warmth of welcome, but do not welcome me back—
do not come, my childhood.

Little girl, do not resist me; let me pronounce your name so I can evict you,
leave now the ruined city.
Driving you into my eyes each dawn does not solve number 20,
take revenge on me, and on who I was.

Open the wound for me and sleep there, then let me go, and keep only it.

Photography by Larren Lee // Dev/Scan at Foto Hércules

Maria Ivanna

I was born in Guadalajara, but I’ve lived in the country’s three largest cities. I’ve devoted almost my entire life to art, and in my work I reclaim childhood through creativity.

www.instagram.com/muymalmaria/

La entrada Monterrey se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

Mercury's allegory

Maria Ivanna — Mon, 16 Mar 2026 13:00:00 +0000

I can't sleep without you.
A low hum of dread—how will I manage,
how to live without the mercury's allegory:
two silvers becoming a single pulse
in the thin glass vein of a thermometer,
marking a schoolyard fever,
now dashed and scattered.

What haunts me are my sighs,
and this raw, absolute wanting
for you to leave a slow, planetary weight
growing inside me—
a private orbit,
a new center of gravity.

Photography by Cristóbal Coello Robles // Dev/Scan at Bengala

Maria Ivanna

I was born in Guadalajara, but I’ve lived in the country’s three largest cities. I’ve devoted almost my entire life to art, and in my work I reclaim childhood through creativity.

www.instagram.com/muymalmaria/

La entrada La alegoría del mercurio se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

From My Language

Maria Ivanna — Tue, 10 Mar 2026 17:00:00 +0000

My tongue has life.
And more than life, it has death: my death.
The death of the secrets people keep within it.
A little box of enigmas, of beautiful words consecrated to love.

My tongue holds me, and I hold it as my home and my eternal friend.
We keep forever the answer to people’s anxious doubt.
I show it my cave, I perform an autopsy on myself, and it gives me the word—the sacred word.

It has seen me faithful, before the only thing I believe in, something only the two of us know.
Blessed tongue, it enchants whatever it touches, and the sounds that come from it—because of it— are the sounds of a rebellious girl, a woman, an old woman, a sorceress.

Do not let it be taken from my side; my only support is having it. Thinking is not enough for me—I must hear it, so I can tear it from my being, dissolve it in the air, on the summit of a mountain or in someone else’s ear.

Photography by Andrea Sánchez S. // Dev/Scan at Foto Star

Maria Ivanna

I was born in Guadalajara, but I’ve lived in the country’s three largest cities. I’ve devoted almost my entire life to art, and in my work I reclaim childhood through creativity.

www.instagram.com/muymalmaria/

La entrada De mi idioma se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

Lily

Maria Ivanna — Sat, 07 Mar 2026 17:00:00 +0000

There is no longer a near future where our bodies touch
in the vertical column of the universe.

I will not find your skin in sanity;
your absence will speak to me
like a winter flower,
like an untold story, a torn wall.

There will be no
“don’t sleep anymore”,
no little dog,
no little market,

the twenty fingers intertwined:
from lily to delirium,
from lily to delirium.
I am afraid.

Photography by Ignacio Isaac Soto // Dev/Scan at Dichroic Film Lab

Maria Ivanna

I was born in Guadalajara, but I’ve lived in the country’s three largest cities. I’ve devoted almost my entire life to art, and in my work I reclaim childhood through creativity.

www.instagram.com/muymalmaria/

La entrada Lirio se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

The Great Longing

Maria Ivanna — Tue, 03 Mar 2026 21:00:00 +0000

I have not seen freedom in the shape of a dove, nor a swallow landing on a window. I have not seen freedom in blue. I have not even seen it in the ghostly voices proclaiming profaned justice.

The world is beastly, roguish, wicked — little garden angels. I have not seen freedom on the hot asphalt, suffocated by rubber, by shoes worn out from fatigue, by baby strollers, by urine, by saliva, by tears.

I dream of it, I long for it. It brushes my copper hair aside and then, with its magic, it cuts my skin, opens my skull, my brain, my soul. It enters me as if I were something to cover itself with, as if my body were its cocoon, and it soaks itself in me, feeds on my births, my deaths, my orgasms, on the reflection of my love — that is, on you. Freedom is a butterfly that does not know how to fly.

Photography by Mariajosé Rito Michelena

Maria Ivanna

I was born in Guadalajara, but I’ve lived in the country’s three largest cities. I’ve devoted almost my entire life to art, and in my work I reclaim childhood through creativity.

www.instagram.com/muymalmaria/

La entrada La gran ansia se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

Soledad Barrett

Maria Ivanna — Sat, 21 Feb 2026 13:00:00 +0000

Soledad, a story that never ends,
legs whose history I must cry out.
Those six lines that ended your freedom.
Your name profaned,
your life profaned,
the light born from your voice profaned.

Soledad, soledad…
tender grace lying in lilies.
Red your flag,
red your blood,
red the flowers you never touched.

Soledad. Seven letters to resignify life.
I curse the god to whom your death was offered,
that eighth of January when your voice was silenced.
You, Soledad, who entrusted your garden to the vilest traitor.
Soledad. From your womb birds take flight.

Photography by Martina Madero

Maria Ivanna

I was born in Guadalajara, but I’ve lived in the country’s three largest cities. I’ve devoted almost my entire life to art, and in my work I reclaim childhood through creativity.

www.instagram.com/muymalmaria/

La entrada Soledad Barrett se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.