JOKHA AL HARTHI Nassir al-Abd does not understand anymore; he used to conceptualize life as something stable. He used to touch the stability of life, but he knew, in a mysterious way, that it is not as stable as it…
ROBERTA FERRARIS The Occitan variant spoken in the Èllero valley indicates as «Quié (Kyé)» the 1st singular person subjective pronoun «I». Only in 1969, the linguist Corrado Grassi included this dialect spoken in some villages of the Monregalese valleys in…
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) DISCOMFORTS Of course I feel miserable, now and then. Sick as a dog. Of course, now and then, everything hurts, or even worse- it is one or the other. Of course I should take some of…
NAZ OKE The Syrian sculptor Nizar Ali Badr is a discrete man. Words aren’t what make him tick. Stones make him tick. I know nothing about him, where exactly he comes from, nor where he is at the moment. I…
SILVIA PIO (edited by) Worldwide Reading in support of Ashraf Fayadh, organized by Literaturfestival Berlin it was said: settle there. but some of you are enemies for all so leave it now look up to yourselves from the bottom of…
LESLIE MCBRIDE WILE Tomorrow is Martedi Grasso (Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday), and the last day of Carnevale. Here in Mondovi` we have been celebrating since 24 January with processions, presentations, ceremonies and formal dinners, dancing and general revelry most every night…
CARMEN JULIA GUTIÉRREZ The concept of “meltin pot of cultures” perfectly suits Medieval Iberian courts, especially Alfonso X’s. The linguistic, cultural and artistic pluralism of the Christian court embedded in the Andalusian culture gave rise to an experience of cultural…
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) UNAWARE Obviously, I’m not like Any of those weavers of words Who knit their suits and their careers Their glory and their pride, Although I mix with them And they look at my words as if…
I Feel You I feel you in everything… in the glorious nights inside your incandescent eyes where butterflies knit my dreams and compass my heartbeats. I feel you in everything… while resting your sigh in the corner of a letter…
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) IT IS TIME TO DIG THE EARTH It is time to dig the earth remove rocks, plant roots. Then the fruits will come. Pick up splinters under the table get into the tub of everyday, soothing…
SERKAN ENGİN Barbarian and Ms Daisy yes, you are right Ms Daisy, they came with the wild winds of Greed, brutally slaughtered all the innocent letters written on the wall of Grace, even also babies by burning them alive, before…
SERKAN ENGİN According to the school of imagist socialist poetry, poetry is written in poetic images, not in individual words. But what is poetic image and how can it be created? The description of the “image,” according to the philosophy,…
LESLIE MCBRIDE WILE January can be a dreary month. The post-holiday weeks feel anticlimactic, empty, with little on the horizon except a return to normal routine. But here in Mondovi` January brings excitement and wonder as the city hosts its…
JOHN I. CLARKE Method and organisation I will shore against my ruins. A couple of hours will see me through these exercise books, a bit of flick and tick while Eric is preparing the dinner. Eric? Oh he’s quite the…
PEACEFUL MORNING IN THE HIMALAYAS It appears as if the previous night has quenched every thirst The day comes with light and voices of birds strange to the ear In the distance the wavering sound of a reed flute: a…
