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Smokes on Screen – Poetry from a Refugee Camp

Charles Lipanda Matenga, born in DR Congo, raised orphan, and living in Dzaleka Refugee Camp, Malawi, shares three of his poems Charles Lipanda Matenga is a published poet, writer, author of Our Voice is Our Catalyst Anthology with Salvador CapBic and performer in Slam Poetry from our talents, our advocacy festival, Tumaini Festival and

Halal Fashion Show in Korea

A live event was held in Seoul in conjunction with 150 cities around the world A Halal Fashion Show was held in Dongdaemun on February 1st. This is the ‘K-FASHION and Modest Fashion Convergence and Marketing Seminar’. A live event was held in conjunction with 150 cities around the world. New York, London, Paris, Stockholm,

The Flowers’ Power – A Bouquet of Poems from Sicily, Italy

Enza Salpietro, a poet and writer from Catania, Sicily-Italy, shares her five poems Enza Salpietro is a poet and writer from Catania (Sicily-Italy). She graduated in Modern Literature at the University of Catania and lives in the province of Catania. She published four books: Poesie Furbe (Kubera Edizioni), L’Antico drawing

Ground Zero – A Poem from Korea

Hojun Suh, a young poet from Korea, the land of Morning Calm, shares his poem Poet Mr. Hojun Suh was born in Seoul, South Korea in 1986. He majored in sociology in college and creative writing in graduate school. He began publishing his works in the independent literary magazine ‘Further’ in 2017, and was shortlisted for

Ana Stjelja: To a Palestinian Child (poem)

I see tears in your eyes The lost childhood Scattered houses Displaced I feel the pride in your heart For being who you are On the land of endless wars What is your fault? Your sky is colored in blood Your silence is broken By the sound of missiles Instead of fresh breeze You smell