In memory where you dwell – Poems by Helen Wickes
IN PRAISE OF YELLOW In sunlight through grains of sand and shell, or any small joy, the coherence of ...
IN PRAISE OF YELLOW In sunlight through grains of sand and shell, or any small joy, the coherence of ...
THE NIGHT OF GOGH Many years, after many many years... When, on canvas, myriad colours and water had breathed impressions ...
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Selection from “Tempi che sono… (The times being what they are...) /Zeiten wie…/ Kohē që janë…”, Gentiana Minga's new trilingual collection ...
The Weeping Man, Paris Tuesday afternoon she’d passed a man lying face down on the sidewalk in front ...
Art is the lie we invented in order to believe in this world To lie is one thing... and ...
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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