Guest: Yağmur Mavi Şen
Title of The Work: Placeless
Original Title: Yer;siz
Genre: Poetry
It still smells;
The wind from my open window, summer and winter.
It prepares Tuesdays, Sundays
It fastens my loneliness to an old frame. Devamını Oku…
Guest: Yağmur Mavi Şen
Title of The Work: Placeless
Original Title: Yer;siz
Genre: Poetry
It still smells;
The wind from my open window, summer and winter.
It prepares Tuesdays, Sundays
It fastens my loneliness to an old frame. Devamını Oku…
Guest: Yağmur Mavi Şen
Title of The Work: Silence Funeral
Original Title: Sessizlik Cenazesi
Genre: Poetry
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I’m lamenting, the lighter’s out of gas
I smell your scent, your dung-mown earth
I scatter the ashes I add to the mists Devamını Oku…
Guest: Yağmur Mavi Şen
Title of The Work: Delusional Steps
Original Title: Hezeyanlı Adımlar
Genre: Poetry
I’m walking through the crowd
Scattered thoughts squeeze my soul
A contraction is coming
I won’t be able to take a step.
I’m not taking a step. I’m standing still.
in the city’s resentful alley Devamını Oku…
Guest: Yağmur Mavi Şen
Title of The Work: Bold Punto Equation
Original Title: Kalın Punto Denklemi
Genre: Prose Writing
Two days after I hit my head on the corner of the door I had just opened, I passed into the land of parallel selves with the pain I was in. I first found myself at the A entrance of an unfamiliar station of this city I was trying to know. Suddenly my eyes were attracted to the headlights of various brands and models, water droplets were added to my eyes one by one. Devamını Oku…
Guest: Yağmur Mavi Şen
Title of The Work: Hope Tires
Original Title: Umut Yorar
Genre: Story
She was thinking that another day would end when the sky was decorated with seagulls, painted in the color of sunset, and the street musician played his violin. She asked the waiter for another cup of tea as she placed her red-bound notebook on the table in her bag. The music that the café had turned on to drown out the hum of people added to the chaos. As she lit her cigarette, the waiter put the warm tea on the table. Although he drank the tea without sugar, he tapped his teaspoon on the edge of the cup. With the tinkling sound it made, he rebelled against the silence on the table and became a part of the hum. Devamını Oku…