A poem by Souzan AounSep 18, 20181 min readReviving the Relics of the SaintsWipe my exhausted forehead, Give me back the stolen evening chants. My memory, which you infused with blame, I lent it to the sun. The...
A poem by Nada MenzaljiAug 1, 20181 min readTo the Women Torn ApartShe washed herself in the street. The river couldn’t be reached. She took her clothes away in public but she wasn’t naked: there was a...