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“you let go beauty/ long ago/ well before the first scratch// the second bruise/ the third open wound/ fading into a flush of rust…” By Abeer Hoque.
Read More“you let go beauty/ long ago/ well before the first scratch// the second bruise/ the third open wound/ fading into a flush of rust…” By Abeer Hoque.
Read More“Benevolent words abound in accounts of Hay Festival Dhaka – beauty, interaction, generosity… yet the festival also witnessed to great effect a less congenial aspect of poetic spirit, namely poets’ love of a good scrap!”
Eurig Salisbury reports from the Hay Festival in Dhaka.
“I’m not crazy, you know, even if they’ve sent me to you for an assessment…” By Farah Ghuznavi.
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