el Âouame she can hear Him coming closer the words swelling jolting bashing into her like the hammers […]

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 […]