The stone lay there like a mountain and we sat here a weary bunch women, men, young, old all linked together at the ankles, by a chain. You could crawl to whomever your heart desired as far as you could drag your chain. We did not know, nor did we ask was it a voice in our nightmare and … Continue reading


Dandelion!, Say, from where you are coming, From where and what news you have brought? May you bring good tidings!, but In vain your roam Around my roof and door. I don't expect any news, Neither from a friend, nor from a native district; Go to such a place where ears and eyes watch … Continue reading