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 ...
Global Homicide we define ourselves through objects that we manage to buy with high debts we sacrifice ourselves for ...
Leaving Brosna 5 'Love' Poems "Give me the right of way over the corn steps into your ...
Noah’s Ark Noah’s Ark was not emptied even when the rainbow scintillated over the sea and the winds stopped and ...
Sketch of a Girl Her dead gray finger On the railing As if a rolling coin Falling down With ...
“…within my own work that I like best are places where I experienced a sense of mystery—rather than mastery” ...
NOON Noon in the unnamed cities without clocks and without hours all the clocks read NOON Noon ...
Poets and peddlers Heroes proceed in the dark GEORGE SEFERIS How much poetry was written about the Nazis? The ...
A Certain Homeland And in terms of you, homeland! *** In an Arab homeland, we lean on the table ...
We Are Where We Are In the depths of sleep, I dreamt of somebody else’s unspoken words. I ...
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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