el Âouame she can hear Him coming closer the words swelling jolting bashing into her like the hammers […]
Louis Armand
in the corner an old Berber was eating a bowl of dry couscous it was late outside the […]
vainement ton image arrive à me rencontre et ne m’entre où je suis qui seulement la montre toi […]
Ô Allah from what were you born so immaculately with your Iron Laws spewing out of your writing […]
& in an infinitesimal fraction of a moment a passionate demand for justice surges upwards from the bowels […]
In 1994, in the company of Italian anarchist & photographer “Dekaro,” the author travelled across Morocco & the […]
‘Perhaps,’ suggests the hero of Louis Armand’s The Combinations, ‘when you stare long enough a crack in the […]
1. Old mariner, foam on his beard. Grizzled sun in eggwhite of sky. Eyes glazed against. A faint […]
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