An eye-opening collection of clandestine poems by Afghan women
Because my love’s American,
blisters blossom on my heart.
Afghans revere poetry,...
At last, an ample English-language selection of one of contemporary poetry’s most vibrant voices
Any hall she has ever read her poetry in is invariably...
Remember me when I am dead
and simplify me when I'm dead.
As the processes of earth
strip off the colour and the skin
take the brown hair and blue eye