Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Ruth Irupé Sanabria My grandfather asked me: could I remember him, the park, the birds, the bread? I’ll be dying soon, he said.
My grandfather asked me: could I remember him, the park, the birds, the bread? I’ll be dying soon, he said.
By Ruth Irupé Sanabria I am the daughter of doves That disappeared into dust Hear my pulse whisper:
I am the daughter of doves That disappeared into dust Hear my pulse whisper: