Bone FireThe bones are the bones of the poet integral to the landscape of her body. The bones are the spines of trees, the bone white of the moon. They belong to the hawk, the blackbird, the lion and the deer. They are, too, the bones of the dead and discarded, the martyred and maimed and the simply inconvenient. They are the bones of the forgotten, who have not forgotten us. The fire is love and lust a lovers tongue, a naked woman. Its the red stones of a

His Dreams of Anne Frank

It seemed pretty strange

reviews and short essays that address such characteristic signs of our times as exile

his career in teaching left him with a sense of optimism about young people

The over-riding theme is the sense of melancholy of those who have been alienated from their homeland

Emad Fouad: on Paravion by Hafid Bouazza

In this new collection of his poems

the announcement of a new International Prize for Arabic Fiction in association with the renowned Booker Prize Foundation

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He is the author of many scholarly and critical works

translated by Marilyn Hacker with Vénus Khoury-Ghata