How are you, Mom? We haven’t talkedfor so long—I haven’t received any newsfrom you, but there are signs that I decipherlike your tracks, like a greeting from you. You promised me that you would comeand death would never separate us.All my days have been transformedinto a waiting with quick beats of my heart. Mother, I cannot come to you just now,as hundreds of … [Read more...] about A Letter To Mom, By: Irma Kurti
Late, By: Irma Kurti
You come late to dinner when my bodydraws along a dull and monotonous day,when it slowly dies, when my every cellis tired, when the minutes and the hourscrumble in my fingers like grains of sand. You come back late when I do not haveany desire to make you happy, when I’veshared all my sorrows with others, evenmore with myself, when I think that oneday, like a flower, our … [Read more...] about Late, By: Irma Kurti