>oiktozian: Alper Coşkun
Title of The Work: Tanyeli
Original Title: Tanyeli
I wake up one night,
I wake up sweating blood.
There are no words to say
Or I can’t make sense of it.
Mourning stops the scorpion,
The scorpion is the minute hand.
And thoughts one by one,
It dulls the anticipation. Devamını Oku…
>oiktozian: Ece Taşan
Title of The Work: On the Trail of Traces
Original Title: İzlerin İzinde
Some memories in front of my eyes,
In short,
Some sounds in my ear,
I squawked.
Some words in my mind,
Full of sadness, traces of the past. Devamını Oku…
>oiktozian: Melek Şen
Title of The Work: Post: Recipient Empty (3rd Letter)
Original Title: Posta: Alıcı Boş (3’üncü Mektup)
The clock on the wall reads 05:45. An incessant siren sounds from outside. I stagger out of bed and look out of the window. The ambulance doors are wide open and a young girl is being taken on a stretcher. It is immediately obvious from the faces of the few people with her that they are grieving, thoughtful and sad. Devamını Oku…
>oiktozian: Hande Kavgacı
Title of The Work: Call to Peace
Original Title: Barışa Çağrı
The city surrenders to the wind.
The sky is a deep blue.
It stretches over the people like a blanket of the darkest blue.
No sun. No clouds.
No rain falling from the sky,
Only the wind blows, west to east and north to south. Devamını Oku…
>oiktozian: Metin Abay
Title of The Work: Presence
Original Title: Varlık
Do we realize the value of life when we experience loss?
Why do we keep dwelling on the past, wasting time, when life goes on and on and the past doesn’t come back? Do we really need someone’s words? Can there be someone who knows me better than me, you better than you better than you? Devamını Oku…
