I can’t wipe death away – Unpublished poems by Paulami Sengupta
Ready Ready to move into a new house, my wardrobe, wrapped in cellophane, looks like a corpse. So ...
Ready Ready to move into a new house, my wardrobe, wrapped in cellophane, looks like a corpse. So ...
The nightshift brickmakers listen to Beethoven on their lunch break— it’s deep winter, three pallets are in, ...
The Dreaming Machine
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Tablets II 1 I close my eyes and I see a dot. It becomes a spot of light. It ...
Translated by Marvin Najarro, post Ilka Oliva Corado's personal blog https://cronicasdeunainquilina.com/2017/08/20/the-day-i-learned-i-was-not-poor/ In the early days of the 1990s, Ciudad Peronia ...
“Ay que bonito es volar A las dos de la mañana A las dos de la mañana Ay ...
Translation and adaptation by Pina Piccolo of own Italian language article that appeared on Carmilla online I just ...
“People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are ...
HAIR IN THE WIND we invite all poets from all countries to be part of the artistic-poetic performance HAIR IN...
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