I can’t wipe death away – Unpublished poems by Paulami Sengupta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 social worker says She’s not quite a sociopath, though she does have a problem with boundaries. I ...
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SHYLOCK SLIPS OUT OF HIS SKIN Preliminary dramaturgical notes by Walter Valeri for staging The Merchant in Venice. Translation by ...
The poet can turn into a wolf She said to them: look at the mountain so that you can ...
I knew that the city of Ferrara would be the perfect meeting place. It was in October 2014 when John ...
The Redness of the Sun’s Trousers Abdallah Zriqa 1 Oh, how can I see ? While my eye is circumcised ...
On Their Heavenly Vault You stretch your hand towards the night sky Shifting around the heavenly bodies with ...
A Nest of Triptychal Performances PER/FORMATIVE CITIES A Nest of Triptychal Performances Saun Santipreecha Curated by Camilla Boemio Presented by...
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