VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Hussein Habasch

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”

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”