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Lana Bella
Deji W. Adesoye
Chris Lord
Ali Znaidi
Francis Annagu
Olajide Vincent Ajise
Lyn Lifshin
Akor Emmanuel
Duane Locke
Running Cub
Paul B. Roth
Fahredin Shehu
Laszlo Slomovits
Silvia Scheibli
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Amit Parmessur
Irsa Ruci
Elisavietta Ritchie
Alex Ferde
Richard Gartee
Robert Nisbet
Alan Britt
Changming Yuan
Nahshon Cook
Peycho Kanev
Jennifer Burd
Fred Wolven
Karyn M. Bruce
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Francis Ferde
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THE WINE YARDS
Become naked
November wind
took all leafs away
grape syrup is prepared
for the guests and some meat
and sausages prepared
to host the winter
cabbage is pickled
some scones and cheese
for the guest
that we miss.
I fear we must buy
more candles
my dear
TV is frightening us
Again and again
there are wars everywhere
while we wonder
which is the Abode of Love.
NEAR CHRISTMAS
Our brothers and sisters
will soon celebrate Christmas
Gypsies in our town collect
dried wood from the forest nearby
and are silent
until Sun enters
in the constellation of Ram.
Smell of baked bread
evaporates and of pumpkin
on the live-coat.
I hear the sounds of heavy hammer
of the last blacksmith in town
who produces pans for pastry
and the triangle holders
Yes and some candle holders too.
And I bought some amphora pottery
from the late Serbian crafts man
and the last in town indeed
for our wine
to become
intoxicated in In love
eternally.
Fahredin Shehu, Prishtina, Kosova