The map of the world furrowed across the windswept field – Selected poems from “Lockdown” by Aritra Sanyal
The Poem My inside is locked in a sea A fish-market where everyone is helplessly dead. A few people- ...
The Poem My inside is locked in a sea A fish-market where everyone is helplessly dead. A few people- ...
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This is not a feminist poem This is not a feminist poem This is not contorted metaphors with neither punch ...
Cover art by anonymous graffiti artist working at American Canyon Ruins .Note: Our Modern Lingual State: Darkened Architectural Demeanour Because pathological ...
Translated from Spanish to Italian by Lucia Cupertino. English translation by Pina Piccolo. Cover art by graffiti artist active at ...
My Grandma’s Shawl I passed through the matchsticks- a dance hall of strange eyes,Sawing firewood with one hand ,Blazing the ...
Scent A ruinous scent wafts along pushed by the wind, bearing melody and shivers. Sap ripens inside ...
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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