AWAKE! | Norddine Zouitni

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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...

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

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...

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

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

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...

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...

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,...

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...