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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when the poor die and that’s it and the rich inherit and that’s it that is: when everything goes back to ...
Republished from New Nordic Voices, courtesy of the author We love you, Europe, you old continent. I don’t know why they ...
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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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