Hande Varsat – Aras Seddigh – Meltem Işık 25.05. – 7.07.2017 “My poems do not turn out to be about Hiroshima, but about a child forming itself finger by finer in the dark. They are not about the terrors of mass extinction, but about the bleakness of the moon over a yew tree in…
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