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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Noah’s Ark Noah’s Ark was not emptied even when the rainbow scintillated over the sea and the winds stopped and ...
What the mouth sings, the soul must learn to forgive. A rat’s as moral as a monk in the eyes ...
Fire Diary Fire has stormed the mountains of his sleep, and he wakes in ruins. There is ...
Translated from the Greek by Yannis Goumas, from Ippokratous 15, Thomas Ioannou's award winning collection. AUTOPSY When they lifted him out ...
NOON Noon in the unnamed cities without clocks and without hours all the clocks read NOON Noon ...
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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