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Musée des Beaux Arts
Title inspired by W. H. Auden’s 1938 poem. “Home is where one starts from. As we grow older…
A Tribute to Ahmed Fouad Negm
From the Window of Cell Number 5 Translated by Lara Elgibaly Ahmed Fouad Negm 1929 – 3rd December,…
50 Years of Beer In The Snooker Club
A moment will come when, collectively, we will step across a threshold. On the far side, Waguih Ghali’s…
Telling her Story to Stray Dogs
A poem taken from the book of poetry Tea in Heliopolis published by Press 53 (2013) She lay…
A Conversation with Hedy Habra
It is strange how, in late 2012/early 2013, Habra found herself publishing three books at the same time,…
The Color of My Days
My blue days have outnumbered my “other color” days, I look forward to a day with other hues,…
Was Not on Our Itinerary
“Sir, see this is Hanuman.” I nodded and looked at a gigantic statue of the Hindu god, a…
Moon Kiss and other poems
Moon Kiss The waters glistened, rippling their messages, calling to the moon above with yearnings of desire. The…
Poems
Software dumps itself on our skulls, in beautiful hexadecimals I mean: the world is garbage there is nothing…
Ants
Her home was spotless and smelled of springtime roses. She took tremendous joy in seeing it perfect. Adjusting…