Itakuchi: Echoes from the Twilight House

Itakuchi, the cadejo, is no phantom or myth. It is an echo Of both history and culture Of the personal and traditional Of memory and sound Of exile and belonging Of language and silence Of withering and bloom Wandering the hueco, the space between–The Twilight House–what was and what might be. Itakuchi is not the cadejo of Salvadoran legend: a dog-like creature with goat hooves and alighted charcoal eyes a black dog and a white dog a predator along roads, forests, and the countryside Itakuchi is: a warden and chronicler of tales the carrier of the sun through the silent dead night the new American: displaced, indigenous, fragmented mine, niné Listen to Itakuchi’s whistling howl gently shiver the houses, the sounds carried on by wind. Its story, our story from The Twilight House, inscribed in sand along the Pacific Ocean and fracturing all over el mundo with the help of friends Rocío, my sister the Rain Max, my brother the Snow and Ice Sunbae, the Winds of Experience Terrícola, the Earth Tunal, the Sun and Breath You may never know Itakuchi. Pero donde sea que te encuentres, when your hueco opens, it’ll find you.