Tag: Tom Phillips

Sad mornings, lonely evenings, breathless days and strange nights … I swallow tears, run though days and the moment I’m here – I want you more. I live stars, I dream moons. I calm...

I strip to the skin – I’m not naked: vitiligo is a garment which both conceals and reveals the reason that gave it birth. Translated by Tom Phillips Original text: * Събличам...

‘Red’s shadow is brown’ – graffiti on the wall of the National Academy of the Arts. It’s not there now. The wall’s been repainted since then, and other graffiti has...

after every poetry workshop slivers of poetry remain today the theme is home I leave a piece of home in the hospital ward at visiting time Translated by Tom Phillips Original...

Reveals the secret stones of the tongue. And of silence. Lays hold of meanings. Translates them into words. Pulls us against the current. Reaches the vortex. Catches fish and releases them. Plock! Translated...

I catch your eyes in the trap of my words. I carry them to a southern sky … I catch your thoughts in my silence’s mesh … I draw them down...

How is a new Inkroci column born? How is an anthology conceived? Reading this story, you’re a witness to the inception of a transnational...

you have pulled every hair from your body and planted them in dry earth you tell yourself that one day maybe something will sprout that it will...

Exophonic writers – those who write in a language other than their primary or so-say native tongue – choose to do so for many...

The title of Arundhathi Subramaniam’s adeptly wrought, and wide-ranging collection immediately begs a question. Or several questions. Can there be such a thing as...