” 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 poet can turn into a wolf She said to them: look at the mountain so that you can ...
The Poem My inside is locked in a sea A fish-market where everyone is helplessly dead. A few people- ...
Today I said twenty-three words Today I said twenty-three words Some people would say “a good twenty-three words” others ...
NOON Noon in the unnamed cities without clocks and without hours all the clocks read NOON Noon ...
A Certain Homeland And in terms of you, homeland! *** In an Arab homeland, we lean on the table ...
FROM THE PORTHOLE To be in the world as on a ship: to attend to the wellbeing of ...
“No man can live this life and emerge unchanged. He will carry, however faint, the imprint of the desert, the ...
Translated from the Greek by Yannis Goumas, from Ippokratous 15, Thomas Ioannou's award winning collection. AUTOPSY When they lifted him out ...
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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