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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DISAFFILIATION Even before she is dead your mother comes toward you from the shadow of the seawall her eyes blank ...
In Recall He'd loved Jung's Memories, Dreams, Reflections as a young man, and if you asked him about it now ...
From California to Chile, from Wallmapu to Palestine Embracing Dr Martin Luther King Junior's lucid words "an injustice anywhere is ...
In my artwork, especially the pieces that I am sharing in the above gallery, I use a lino-printing technique on ...
“No man can live this life and emerge unchanged. He will carry, however faint, the imprint of the desert, the ...
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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