Category: Poem

           Painting by Natalia Fernández Díaz-Cabal Heterodoxies at the Aegean Sea II All these heroes have been reduced to ashes, to stones that no longer support the step-by-step

Geen verlangen om mijn mond te openen Geen verlangen om mijn mond te openen, waar moet ik van zingen. . . ?  Ik, die gehaat wordt door het

Footprints in the Sand, by Jodi Trujillo Art, Hawaii EVOLUTION We were naked and then we saw the apple with the worm inside like an embryo of sorrow.

Dear friends, dear readers, As several of our translators are having holidays in August, we will not mail ITHACA poems in August, but start again the usual mailing

Poetry Poetry crosses the earth alone, gives its voice to the pain of the world and asks for nothing not even words. It comes from far away, unexpected,

                                          Picture by Germain Droogenbroodt A LIGHT IN

Illustration by Zhao Lihong Once Once I was wandering on the road, my lone silhouette like a dry tree in the desert. Once I was gazing with fear

Painting by Martina Rick, Germany, www.studio-rick.de/impressum The Firmament The firmament in the darkness of the morning jumps to the eyes of the dark glittering in the morning. So

Picture by Germain Droogenbroodt, girl in Cambodian refugee camp   GIVE ME A BRIGAND’S VOICE, LORD Give me a brigand’s voice, Lord, and a lion’s pen on this

Detail, painting by J. Gardien, Belgium I carelessly take the shell… I carelessly take the shell of the dew, the breeze of the one I love as if