” In the waters of our language he owns his own sea”, Four Prose Poems by Gerald Fleming
Fisherman “I’m an amateur,” he said. “I write, rewrite, then night comes ’round, I stand, turn on the light, ...
Fisherman “I’m an amateur,” he said. “I write, rewrite, then night comes ’round, I stand, turn on the light, ...
The Weeping Man, Paris Tuesday afternoon she’d passed a man lying face down on the sidewalk in front ...
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My Grandma’s Shawl I passed through the matchsticks- a dance hall of strange eyes,Sawing firewood with one hand ,Blazing the ...
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A version of this interview has been translated into Bengali and will appear in Kabisammelan, 2018. You are a teacher, ...
Hayat Belkacem (20/11/1998- 25/09/2018) She went swimming to Europe but she felt tired , She chose that ...
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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