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              LESSONS                       The mosque           in the sity soldiers burned it down… The church in...

When my love swears that she is made of truth William Shakespeare  Translated into Aarabic by Nizar Sartawi Read Here When my ...

Or: Epistle to Ebard true poetry must speak in spontaneous speech like unto the will of the fleeting wind it sings its own note and tune...

A carrier pigeon landed on my shoulder this morning and handed me the new poetry collection "Windy Weather" by Macedonian poet  ...

My game To tempt myself I still want, because in the end it all comes down to that. As much as I could, I wish to create, to dream,...

Snow in April A Ghazal for Manadel al-Jamadi  [2] White  presses green against the wall: brute snow in April. Green is annexe...

My Mythical Country, poem No god can save our souls The bird of death Has landed on the body of the beloved it will not leave before finish...

For Fallujah Because poems are, after all, dialogues between the song of man and the silences of God… Jorie Graham, American Po...

AWAKE! I am not a race… No, sorry! I am not a nationality… No, sorry! I am not a party… No, sorry! I am not a religion… No, sorry...

New Princes Arrived...With many genes Her name should be DIANA ... Please say, distribute, repeat ... The real name "Princes of the H...