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The Third Edition of the Literary Asian Competition Announced

Call for Submissions: The 5th International Literary Competition “Literary Asia 2025” Kazakhstan’s HDHY QB proudly announces the 5th International Literary Competition, “Literary Asia 2025,”inviting poets and writers from around the world to participate in Kazakh, Russian, English, and other

Bright Wet Eyes – Poetry from Italy

Bright wet eyes I saw those eyes Completely pervaded by blinding light Where I mirrored without veils. I still have them inside of me, Hidden in a secret place of my body, Where no one can get in. Beyond the infinity of that look, Your happiness The one I gave you The one we could breathe Like vital

A Celebration of Creativity Beyond Borders

On a warm Ramadan evening, despite the cool breeze, and on the banks of the Nile, Egyptian-French artist Abdel-Razek Okasha hosted an iftar at Darna Museum. The event was attended by a distinguished group of writers, artists, academics, and media professionals. The evening concluded with a special tribute to poet, novelist, and translator

Poetry: Burning My Mother’s Memories

Burning My Mother’s Memories The children gathered in the empty house, Burning the objects filled with their mother’s memories. Books on the low wooden desk, Worn and scarred in many places, Disappeared into the flames, Covered in dust. The medicine cabinet, polished smooth From being opened and

Poetry: When Love Disappears

WHEN LOVE DISAPPEARS And that trace that is no longer persistent I still remember those times When love was persistent In ourselves when it least challenges I know that meaning is what I seek And that person can only be you Because every hope of mine is a part of the soul That must not be lightly trampled