Insomnia - Farhan Ejat

I remember one day someone I’ve met
Told me a story hard to forget
Asked me how well do I sleep at night
And if it’s true that bed bugs bite?

My desire... - Nadezhda Zaharieva

My desire is to find a shelter
In some god forsaken wilderness,
Bathe in virgin dew-drops Eden's water,
Drink a scent of herbs – luxturiaters
And lie-down in cradle-greenery;

America is a Gun - Brian Bilston

England is a cup of tea.
France, a wheel of ripened brie.
Greece, a short, squat olive tree

America is a gun.

The parish church - Julio Herrera y Reissig

In blessed silence vegetates the place;

The wax-faced virgins sleep in their attire

Of vivid velvets and discoloured wire

And Gabriels trumpet wearies on his face.

Crossing the Ngang Pass - Bà Huyện Thanh Quan

The sun sets just as I reach the Ngang Pass,
Where plants jostle with rocks, flowers with leaves.

Narrow Street - Judita Vaičiūnaitė

Where the yard like a sea shell guards
        the tiny graceful church,
where green shutters and windows open
        onto the sooty snow,
on the pavement's cross section,

The Five Senses - Philomena Isitoto

I like the smell of new-ripened oranges;
And newly picked yellow pumpkin;
The sweet smell of roasted pig;
The colourless smell of hot taro;
The passing salt breeze of the sea;
And the scent of flowering shrubs.

Leavetaking - Ibn Jakh

On the morning they left
we said goodbye
filled with sadness
for the absence to come.

They - Onchoka Ongoro

In the town’s shadows, they paraded
Like overlooked heroes on an unwritten script.

Opening - Kewulay Kamara

Peace!
We’ve gathered in the name of Allah
May we disperse in the name of Allah.
Let it be.