I am a poet. And I travel. Well, perhaps less so right now, but hopefully this is just temporary ……
Poetry Travels
A light was jammed in the door lock I noticed it and moved aside a river Of pages filled with…
In spite of you, the Solent which used to be a hill covered with moss and dwarf willow. The tenth…
Poetry Travels with Anna Blasiak and Lisa Kalloo: HOME by Nataša Sardžoska, translated by the Author
You will never leave me alone the pores of my body whistle under the window in a foreign city whose…
Those who hoard fire in their rooms also hoard the temptation to set themselves burning. You feel sorry for the…
Rabid winds besieged the town sent downpours down to its very core The winter war had begun City-dwellers ran for…
On the morning of February 24th, the world was stunned by news that no human being could ever desire: a…