DIARY OF A DANCING DREAMER IN THE STREETS OF BERLIN – Giulia Marchetti
Ten thirty in the morning. Berlin, Mauerpark. I’m walking alone, accompanied by the sound of the bells inside one of ...
Ten thirty in the morning. Berlin, Mauerpark. I’m walking alone, accompanied by the sound of the bells inside one of ...
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The nightshift brickmakers listen to Beethoven on their lunch break— it’s deep winter, three pallets are in, ...
My dear Ashraf, Though I am not accustomed to this, I would like to start this letter with a quote: ...
In the early 1990s, several years before heading to Palermo to start my Fulbright year, I went to see ...
by Sana Darghmouni, translated from Italian by Pina Piccolo. Blake is the God-man. His drawings are so far ...
Some plants It is the hierarchy of organs that creates the idea of command suggesting disparity between various body parts ...
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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