Where do your eyes come from? a poem by Haydar Ergülen

Where do your eyes come from? Where have you come from From the river! But why are your eyes not green? it seems that the river hasn’t flowed from your eyes your eyes never looked in the river the river never looked in your eyes or perhaps you have never looked inside yourself it […]

Night Butterfly by Haydar Karataş

We were walking from Derviş village to Kızılmezra. My father had very good friends there. We were sure we would find someone there who spoke Turkish and who would interpret for us with the authorities. Kızılmezra was a hilltop village surrounded by forests and crags. We were walking along a path that wound like a […]