GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) SUNDAY REST No twitter no face book no emails no messages Smarter than the smartest smartphone: Silence. GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT Pognana, Lake Como, Italy, Sunday 7th June 2015 POINT Editions: poems from the world’s best known and unknown…
Once my great grandfather sent a postcard from Vienna with the Prater on and wrote, “A must-see!” And my mother, who did not keep the postcard, but remembers the story and remembers dreaming of Vienna speaks to me of this…
GIVE ME A SEMI-DROWSINESS OF YOUR HALF-CLOSED EYES Give me a semi-drowsiness of your half-closed eyes, Let me run like a current in your veins To reach your heart, to dissolve within you, To melt like spring snow. I wish…
ODE TO MAMICA MIA , my BELOVED MOTHER by her son Albert Russo Mamica mia being the endearing term that comes from the Italian ‘Mamma mia cara’ (my darling mother), which my two sisters and I always called her ever…
KAMBER ATEŞ, HOW ARE YOU? This poem is written for a Kurdish mother, visiting her son in prison seeing him for the first time after seven years, but she is forbidden to speak her own language, so she uses a…
Seven Demons Perhaps you do not have to slay Seven demons with your bare arms Whilst riding on the back of seven dragons Snorting fire, careering through the seven canons of hell Pursued by the seven deadly sins (though I…
White Light A white light, Wakened in the waters of my soul, Over the wings of a flying bird Just as once before… A mirror of a reborn life in turmoil Just as today… Kidnapped from warm verses in rebellion.…
