LIFE !t is like a mountain, so high no one can see, Rising with the sun out of the sea,...

    The most naïve boy of Dhabaldhola village had been murdered. The decapitated body lay on the demarcation line...

  I knew that the city of Ferrara would be the perfect meeting place. It was in October 2014 when John...

Courtesy of The Anthonym- Bridge to Global Literature where this essay first appeared  on 6 November 2021.   Defining Lucia...

The poems "Rotten Paradise", "Pronaos" and "Slavic etymology" are from the Italian language poetry anthology MIG - 21 AA.VV (miscellaneous...

Terrace   The crow perches on the mast of the terrace sailing in the waters of my womb.   The...

  1 I was in my bedroom when I heard the muezzin call: “Praaaaaayer is better than sleep / praaaaayer...

  ‘.....theatre overlaps into memory. It’s poetry stretches into the silence of the spectators.’ K Madvane   Ayad Akhtar’s play, The...