Poems from Anwer Ghani Almosewi
The cake has wings and it feels our pleasure as a witch. Yes, we are the cake neighborhood and any aura that occurs on a clear night...
My father is not a big lover, but he knows love well and one day he said that love in winter is more beautiful. In fact, my father was a...
I am from the south, where everything is tan and smooth, with soft fingers caressing the cheeks. Here, the streets embrace our intimate...
My life is simple, it is not juicy and fragrant grapes like the girls of the Temple of Enlil, but my life is a brown date, whose heart is...
Here I am walking exhausted and merciless - under the shadow of promises - bumping into every rock on either side of the road. My feet are...