Gunsel DJEMAL

A glass of tea;tobacco; the moon seagulls are flying over Galata Tower A cat wriggles under the table The distant light of lamps The whirr of winnowing grain in the beak of a pigeon The

Dreamt Lena in my window Heavily laden she ignited the curtains I woke up Then saw the bad news She has lost her granddad I have lost my uncle My auntie lost her husband I have seen from my

When all the lights go out And all the trees open their arms to the stars And the birds... Packed up their songs The music that your ears will hear At night It is I. ©Günsel

It doesn’t show coyness When you are leaving take a look! Your eye lashes are curtains Basil is wet You are crying already Cry… As the Mediterranean is heaving Filling and as filling Your

I'm messing up with my right and left On my chest fluttering birds Not out of spite.... I am burnig one of those long cigarettes Insomnia is my companion... Is boat similar to the rope? I love

morrow I will light a candle and may be morrow I will read a poem at the Square Corina by my side. ©Günsel Djemal ELÜSTÜN 4.12.2013

I was a very bright kid (I was painting beautiful pictures, and playing the melodica and the accordion and the pianno) they said "you can be anything but don't be a teacher". English is the dark

The door we hide behind In the dark lunar emotions lie funky and shy before being caught vibrating bodies like fresh-cut flowers breathes life reaches to the honey yellow petals of

How did these rare years passed on daily survival and work… is keeping us away from each other barbed wires are buried in fog abbreviated transitions at every barricade we spent numbered days

Stealing the time in the backyard in between scarlet oak trees leaking moonlight of all the pain, pleasure, thinking to whisper everything whisper less… endlessly flowing sands the

I stay awake till morning Timid eyes are coffee grounds From the temple of the seas I am watching while you are sleep I love you Without nuzzle on to your bosom Without touching your sleep I

Tonight my husband I went for a walk melancholy ın the air, a well-dressed middle-aged man probably he was going to help someone for the unpleasant news he had received. He was anxious and shy

You are my village I have drained tears I left my mother with you I want to go When we say go… Immigration comes to mind We used to climb to the roof without a ladder Faster than a hawk My

Hello it’s Abi Sorry my phone’s been cut off. I’ve been through a tunnel. Hello it’s Abigail and the surname is HASSAN, is this Annabel could you put me through again. My

At the south east of the city The words are sawn minutely At the peak of the iceberg While enjoying the sunrise... Evenings are under the city lights The smell of basil hurls from the

A Syrian child Has fallen into my dream Between seven or eight years old With his emerald green eyes Staring at the free flying dove Yet the drunken American soldiers Disgusting breath did

The wars are ugly and leave scars, our peace is also ugly leave many scars. Maybe it’s as the media and money making journalism. There’s no difference. The World is at War Dance…

For (!) friends Certaily in all your friends there will be enemies, you should not forget that in all those enemies your buddy will stabb you from the back. Your friends

Autumn songs are attached Months don’t fit into my calendars into my old and ageless heart I will fill

Tuesday, 23 April 2013 Time: 19:00 until 23:00 [Description] Join us for short readings from contributors A guest reading from David Harsent http://davidharsent.com/

You left your diminishing eyes into a quarter droplets Was it the collapsing salt pain inside? The forsaken should be the other half Deep darkened sigh was poured from within This sighs/was it

I am hurting words For the offended letters that do not fit into the lines On the top floor awake crying neighbour's baby Snow is hitting the window glass The wind is thrown on roof

The Symphony of Poverty Tonight...broken glass Is poured From the cords of the guitar Who knows What who wants No one is dancing here Anymore Travels are hazardous Also theirs Ears are