Destiny in My Hands Elma Mitchell

Destiny in My Hands Elma MitchellDestiny in My Hands Do you mock me, fair one? Do you insult me whirlwind of worlds unknown? Or do you try and tempt me? Now in my hand you repose Temperate lady destiny? Destiny in my hands Fair as a shell conch In my hand, my heart my being So fine, too thin to tread, The line I can feel and not see Yet too wide to leap, Hence destiny must I embrace A chaste peck on the cheek Formal, stone cold, dead Dare I enfold and entangle In my arms, my life, my

Ibrahim al-Koni "The Visitor"

That does not mean we are only on the look-out for ëpoliticalí poems

and from work by the contemporary Galician poet

Clocks and watches

these are the multi-layered stories of a perceptive and humane observer of contemporary life

excerpts of novels

Also fiction from major authors Fadhil al-Azzawi and Mekkawi Said

Faustin Charles was born in Trinidad but has lived and published in London for most of his adult life

Paul Barker was editor of New Society

My Russian teacher wept into her black shawl while we stood freezing in the school courtyard

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