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Observing International Mother-Tongues Day, the transnational literature magazine The Antonym – Bridge to Global Literature

  Heav’n has no rage, like love to hatred turn’d, Nor hell a fury, like

The serendipity of it all…  how I came to be ‘in touch’, to find myself

Here I am chilling, perched on top of a magenta pole, at the edge of

From “Iraq 1991: Dress Rehearsal for Imperial Demise”, section in Avatar on the Borderlands, unpublished

Ho sempre amato la poesia di Nazim Hikmet e oggi vorrei ricordarlo nel giorno del

Prima pubblicazione in Versante ripido, 1 novembre 2015, presente nella raccolta I canti dell’Interregno, Lebeg

Dido, my sister Release me, Dido, from your space of sorrow Release me, A beggar

This is a poem that I wrote a few years ago and  is part of

Let the fossil record show that: We were enveloped by amber that fell in thick