Nostalgia
Insects’ cries,
Even the weeping of blood,
Fade away on the wooded hills,
Each night silence sweeps over them like waves across a desert.
The nostalgia soaked into my body paints my old hometown
The rice field ridges,
The furrowed ditches.
When twilight brims over,
Children who tended and herded
TAXI
I put the small sum of money
I had earned the day before
On the toughened palm
Of a pale-faced taxi driver.
Taxi, take me,
Deliver me
To the silent yesterdays
To the happy yesterdays
On the wings of the butterfly.
I have a letter to the dead ones.
***
This is neither the first nor the last
The
Explain how tears are purposeful stars
Shed to replenish the universe
For thousands of years
Of peace.
Stephen A. Rozwenc, an American expat poet who resides in Thailand, shares his poem
Stephen A. Rozwenc is an American expat poet who resides in Thailand. He has published 6 collections of poetry. Four of his books are
The wind I once knew
Childhood’s breeze I met again
In my hometown
Would come to me gently
Whenever I wandered alone.
Ms. Yoo Dong Ae, a poetess from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, shares her poem
Poet Yoo Dong Ae was born in Namhae, Gyeongnam Province. She graduated from Jinju Girls’ High School, Jinju
At 6:30 PM on Wednesday, April 23, Cairo will shimmer with the cultural spirit of India and the music of its letters, as Darna Museum, founded by artist, critic, and novelist Abdel Razek Okasha, hosts the inaugural session of the Afro-Asian Literary Forum. This unique cultural evening brings together writers and translators from Egypt and
