First the poppies went then the locust, poems by Azita Ghahreman
Red Bicycle I still dream of my red bicycle on the green shores of summer, my unruly hair casting shadows ...
Red Bicycle I still dream of my red bicycle on the green shores of summer, my unruly hair casting shadows ...
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‘LOOK AT HER EYES. They’re empty. You can tell she’s really cold or probably never had an orgasm in her ...
Translated and with an introduction by Shahroza Nahrin Cover image: Photo of Fig-Tree-Roots-Hidden-Valley-Sunshine-Coast- Queensland, Australia, by Neil Davidson. Translator’s Preface ...
Cover art: Graffiti depicting Ghulam Nafiz's body on the rickshaw. You’re Dead I’m still alive mutters the man on the ...
Translated from Bangla by Ashraf ul Alam Shikder. Cover art: Detail of rickshaw art from Bangladesh. The Krishnachura trees on ...
Subway Left for so many days while writing the essence You didn’t come back yet Here calm words, ...
December 24, 2024 marks ten years since the premature passing of Brazilian/Italian writer Julio Monteiro Martins, important cultural figure from...
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