Illustration: AI A Name That Echoes Back Empty I am a room with breathing walls tonight, a pulse folded into silence, a heart swollen with unsent sentences. Something unnamed sits inside me not pain, not absence a quiet weight that forgets its own origin. Even tears hesitate at the edge, like strangers unsure of my address; once, they fell without asking now they linger, as if I am no longer worth the descent. He used to speak not always, but enough to keep the night from har

Illustration: AI THE TAXABLE THUMB Taxonomy characterises homo sapiens by the shape of the hand, it does not distinguish the hominid of the Bible, the hominid of the Gospel, the hominid of the Koran; modern anatomy has made a discovery worthy of belief: the average Italian has a taxable thumb. The exorbitant increase in rates does not mean the disappearance of taxes, no animal sexologist has ever managed to break the deadlock, if rates are lowered or increased, taxes will

Illustration: AI We grew up loving our land We dwelt in the hills and roamed the heights Eagles, eagles... in this life We roam the mountains, our hearts rich We grew up loving our land We traverse the skies with love for us And we cross the deserts in our glory We transform them into verdure And glory and peace We roam the mountains, our hearts rich So come, my friends We are yours... and you are ours We scatter the fragrance of peace In the farthest reaches of our land We a

Illustration: Omar Bdoor It's World Breastfeeding Week A single mother in Gaza There is no milk because she is malnourished Upper arm...

Illustration: AI i am a worker, the only tree forgotten in a burning forest cheapest item of accounting records the saint who is locked...

Illustration: AI I Came across a Small Rice Field in Dongguan Between the toes of factories short-stemmed rice plants clutch at the last...

Illustration: AI JOURNALISTS On the website of the Corriere della Sera Come out marquette (in)worthy of the Gazzettino di Valmadrera, the...

Illustration: AI Rain Window Raindrops, escaping the wipers Crystalize my window Through this crystalline veil I divine my destined path...

‘Child marriage are not two words that should even be together in the same sentence’ Her pelvic cracks a little (just a little), on the...

Illustration: AI Masticated By The Distance Winter is a beautiful icon Carries on its own smile in the rain and in the green earth When...

Illustration: AI I DON'T FIT IN I don't fit in, I have a borderline personality disorder I give out elbows like Greg ‘The Hammer’...

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Illustration: AI It was not ordered love must be given to everyone give the world some color for a better existence of humanity Love is...

In celebration of International Coffee Day On October 1st. Illustration: Nuray Ekşi Let Me Pour You Coffee Let me: pour you coffee But, ...

Illustration: AI SPACE WALKS Space walks Space bounces And space talks to me. Conducting space walks, I spill a sandwich down the front,...

Illustration: AI Alone an uncertain dawn Through the faintness of darkness, When the soul is struggling to prevail; Through the brief...

Book Cover Reveal of "Verses of Meraki" Poetry Collaborations and More by Shahid Abbas and Elizabeth Castillo! Our book will be published...

Illustration: AI How does a tree look like? It has the same colour all the time? No, its leaves change with seasons. The same thing is...

Italian poet, translator and editor Gioia Lomasti made an interview with Egyptian writer, editor and journalist Ashraf Aboul-Yazid on his...

I am waiting to see if there is anyone here Sit down all day long, No one came as my Valentine. Everyone was jumping towards their...