Au Delà Du Vent De Poussière par Douglas Gilbert traduction française par Nanehlala Gaz lacrimogènes dans le flou Boites métalliques et matraques O, acclamez… more →
FREE-VERSE POETRY by Douglas GilbertDoug wrote 4 months ago: Au Delà Du Vent De Poussière par Douglas Gilbert traducti … more →
Doug wrote 4 months ago: Le Saule Pleureur Chante par Douglas Gilbert traduction f … more →
Doug wrote 4 months ago: Mer de Neda par Douglas Gilbert traduction française par … more →
Doug wrote 4 months ago: Beyond The Dust Storm Tear gas in the haze canisters and batons, oh hail freedom – it stayed w … more →
Doug wrote 5 months ago: The Weeping Willow Sings 2 Haunting shots gushing sorrows stains,Basiji, hear my Neda say my heart s … more →
Doug wrote 5 months ago: The Weeping Willow Sings Haunting shots gushing sorrows stains,Basiji, hear my Neda say my heart sti … more →
Doug wrote 5 months ago: Sea Of Neda Impart us with courage, Neda the Sea of Green parts for you; cross over to the promised … more →
Doug wrote 5 months ago: Telling The News If I see Ali’s wife I might hide my wet face tell her later the news about Ba … more →
Doug wrote 5 months ago: First Born To Evil In Iran Bands of Basiji vigilantes on motorcycles like Janjaweed on camels kill a … more →
Doug wrote 5 months ago: When An Ayatollah Is A Farsi Farce Not Arabs or Christians in forgiveness, the Sufi masters ask can … more →
Doug wrote 6 months ago: Who Would Be Chen Guang For the Glory of Silent China? The commanders thought such an easy thing to … more →
Doug wrote 6 months ago: World’s Only Poet Laureate The ugly world has leaders trained at Harvard, Yale, and Oxford dic … more →
Doug wrote 6 months ago: Dying Child’s Lament Future I have none: I was to be Read to me my love note– I am cold … more →
Doug wrote 6 months ago: Burma Beneath Mount Myanmar The generals nullify humility. They proclaim: We are the gods who bring … more →
Doug wrote 7 months ago: Umbrellas Fail I’m in a misty rain The petals are falling I think of fruit purges silent polle … more →
Doug wrote 7 months ago: Mulitbed Down There’s a bird on my keyboard crumbs for her beak crunchy board no emails. The b … more →
Doug wrote 8 months ago: Poetry Month What to do: Assume a poem could be found on unlikely tongues on ice cream cones and lic … more →
Doug wrote 8 months ago: YOU IN ME I woke up to my longing for you; coffee bit my dream I stirred your cream If I dress to se … more →
Doug wrote 8 months ago: MY POEM FOR MOMMY STENO Mommy, a Lady’s writing big hand for me with commas. Did you write me … more →