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Poems

Reinstatement of the RoseIt’s time to reinstate the rose,banned too long for its multiple meanings.Without pseudonyms, the journalist has a nosefor his own noose. If only to adorn graves,It’s… More

Gasoline

Since neither of them feels like going to a restaurant, as soon as Hug arrives Heribert begins to prepare the shrimp. Now, sitting face to face, across a table set… More

Fado

MemoryI remember many places and events. Some of them remain in my memory like characters from a play, frozen. A slight effort is all that’s needed to bring them… More

PEN Appeal: Emadeddin Baghi

April 8, 2010 Ayatollah Sayed 'Ali Khamenei Supreme Leader of the Islamic Republic The Office of the Supreme Leader Islamic Republic Street – Shahid Keshvar Doust Street Tehran Islamic Republic of Iran Ayatollah Mahmoud Hashemi Shahroudi Head… More

Self-Portrait Abroad

Sitting with Professor H. in one corner of the covered café terrace opposite the main entrance to the Nara train station, we kept our eyes peeled for the three people… More

Walla Walla IMU

The bread is moving. A small piece broken off of what was pushed through the narrow cuffport to me earlier that morning. A horde of tiny red ants have… More

PEN Appeal: Clodomiro Castilla Ospina

April 1, 2010 President of the Republic Álvaro Uribe Vélez Presidente de la República Palacio de Nariño, Carrera 8 No.7-2 Bogotá, Colombia Fax: +57 1 337 5890/ +57 1 342 0592 Minister of the Interior and… More

Casine the Joint

We all seem to want something for nothing. Yet the convicts’ code decrees that we do not steal from each other. It’s an “honor amongst thieves” theme that almost… More

Blood Brothers

Morris Rybeck lowered his eyes from the mute storm clouds in the west, inky with smothered thunderbolts. He leaned forward in the high-cantled saddle and wriggled his hips a… More

The Little Prisoner

I was one of the luckiest prisoners ever because I’d done eight months in prison and I don’t remember a single second of it. I was spared the hardship… More