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

Cost of It  Go  beyond the past tense into the present. They brought me a foot and a carved ear, and told me these were my ene...

Another loss and still the palpitating gravels crave for the interplay of Sun and clouds; Shudder in rain and rays. Tears lost in sh...

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...

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...

News of the Nameless I  climb marble steps worn to the shape of waves. I follow those with the loudest voices. I am a dry broo...

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