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 ...

Where is the place where you are?   What does a young boy see Through one eye On the margins ...

Seeing beyond the open sea, you procrastinate a long unstable longitude  passes by       a crowded line colored mass  ...

“Ay ay ay, que el esclavo fue mi abuelo es mi pena, es mi pena. Si hubiera sido el amo, sería ...

  Written on the back side of the page   1. Whenever we start to talk A butterfly comes out ...

Jacobin 雅各宾鸽 Objection!   As Executive Director of the State Animal Protection, I object to your calla-lily-shaped raccoon fur collar, ...