The cover image was taken by the author at The Last Bookstore in Downtown LA.
Just above silence (Juste au-dessus du silence) I talk low, just above silence So that even my other ear can’t hear. The earth sleeps in the open and lingers in my head With the rigor of asphodels. I’ve re-peopled a … Continue reading
Poetry Poetry, How did you find your way to me? My mother does not know Albanian well, She writes letters like Aragon, without commas and periods, My father roamed the seas in his youth, But you have come, Walking down … Continue reading
I’ll kiss you in the pomegranate garden. Hush! People will think a goat’s stuck in the underbrush. – Anonymous The Kabul-based women’s literary society Mirman Baheer has a hotline which women and girls from the provinces call to share their poems. … Continue reading