The dolls have pronounced it – Poems by Mohamed Kheder
Freedom The butterfly that entered the kitchen window hovered in all the rooms for days, bumped against the ceiling every ...
Freedom The butterfly that entered the kitchen window hovered in all the rooms for days, bumped against the ceiling every ...
Art is the lie we invented in order to believe in this world To lie is one thing... and ...
Kodak Old photos no longer represent us haven't aged like us haven't dried out like our bodies or gradually vanished ...
Sīra maraḍiyya, Peeks out from behind Prison Bars Ashraf Fayadh's second poetry collection, “sīra maraḍiyya” (epicrisis) was launched in ...
Translated from Arabic into Italian by Sana Darghmouni, from Italian into English by Pina Piccolo and approved by the author. ...
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Prodigy Today’s task consists in carrying a stone from here to over there. It’s a heavy one, weighs more ...
This is not a feminist poem This is not a feminist poem This is not contorted metaphors with neither punch ...
Lina, I don’t know why I have begun this letter telling you about a palm tree after you haven’t ...
The Redness of the Sun’s Trousers Abdallah Zriqa 1 Oh, how can I see ? While my eye is circumcised ...
Global Homicide we define ourselves through objects that we manage to buy with high debts we sacrifice ourselves for ...
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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