• April 3, 2017
  • Roula Pollard

When you do not write to me

Here’s an intense and evocative love poem from Roula, in Different Truths. When you don’t write to me the night turns pierced colours of blue the stars flee, or...

An Absurd Ghost Story

From every house there came out, through open windows, shut doors and concrete walls, soft elongated shapes of light, in liquid movements. They circled the night and swayed along...