Translated by Azad Akkash Every day! Every day I pass by the madhouse. From the third-floor’s window, A woman shows up. She cries: Help, I need help! I say to her: I need that also! She raises a wry laugh And asks me: Are you mad like me? In all seriousness, I answer: Yes, sure.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Hussein Habasch”
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VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.C. Hawkes
R E D C U R T A I N I have replaced my face with a red curtain because, I am hooked in and willingly I disappear into arms of cockroaches, a stockpile of dream and manifest of circulation. I found you at the closing of market street and we saw each other Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.C. Hawkes”
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