Gunsel DJEMAL

I am going berserk... running images; with my tramp memorization at the edge of my pen time is searching for rhyme at verses at the edge of my pen rickety... hangover... knocks on the

Celebrating St Dwynwen’s Day Poetry & music & wine to celebrate Welsh equivalent of St Valentine. Host: The Poetry Society Type: Music/arts - Performance Network: Global Date: Monday, 25

SNOW The snow falling from the sky above the dark cities separating us... it is thick and fast covered up all my past as I stomp on it underneath that purity lays the silver pavement and

You gave me handfull of shells that evening we layed them on our table and we ate them all with lemon you have chosen the special pair now they lie on my window sill side by side under the

I thought about Istanbul London, I thought will look like Cyprus(London\'s under snow blanket) when thinking today we have waited 45 minutes for the train to arrive the time looked like as if;

If my hands turned into wings as I am drinking blood red wine would they embrace and caress... my trembling flesh skin must touch skin would they flutter and fly? passing the oceans, seas and

at the forgotten hands of the time untangled knots on the forgotten hands of time and what is life apart from a rythm? rhtym sonnets black pearl words on white pages no movement, no

I and my friend met at Trafalgar square to see the new poems around the Xmas tree we were the fearless hunters of the night drinkers of special red wine were peckish so we got Panini and hot

one day on my lunch break It was on the 1st floor on Townley Road where I visited my friend at our base she was struggling when working on her pc pc was so slow... they named it RIO! but

I am a dim shadow on your wall inside the reflection of your shadow as if; I was never there at all offended pillows spit their poison into dreams I\'ve been resting my head on failed

every night moon shines and we snuggle into one another and you spread your holly smell onto me i take one deep breath to keep it inside my lungs every morning sun shines and we are apart

kaybolmak mümkündür bu dünyadan sevmek de öyle ve sonra düşmek yukardan incinmek suçluluk duymak ve ölmek sonrası bulanık... karda güneş yapmak mümkündür sevebilirsin

don’t go far away/even for a day... day is long/at the empty station my heart suffocates/ and my eye lids flutter in hollow space one vapour drops/my tears engrave thy name onto my pillow

this is my pen my best friend and honest/ power of my hand my brain commands and it writes my pen is my liberty/my honour/my throne words of power and stirs my booze and never

don’t go wait we’ve got unfinished business fragile days at the courtesan nights with my naked dreams I must come to you don’t go wait we’ve got lots of unfinished business we will gather

this world is profoundly excruciating and violent is 20 minutes rendezvous enough? to sit in front of you one glass of red wine for me/one glass of raki for you to look at one another with tired

The winners of the BBC Blast and Poetry Society SLAMbassadors championship will be performing in a broadcast as part of the first ‘virtual’ Scottish StAnza Poetry Festival. The seven winners,

when I dropped you into the waters under the city how would I know that you were going to swim to the sea? how would I know that waters were going to rise? how would I know drowning/ or being