My Father’s Eyes / mro d...

Oct 17, 2014 by

“You have your father’s eyes,” they told me, scowling, as though I had come in the night and stolen them from him...

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Remembering / pametlivo

Oct 10, 2014 by

I remember the first time I spoke out, the word “Holocaust” stumbling from my lips and falling heavily on the table in...

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O Lajošis baro partizanos / La...

Oct 7, 2014 by

O Lajošis sas ciknoro. Sas baro mariben u phenďa kija peste: „Džava kijo partizana, chudava puška, murdarava paru Ňemcen u avava pale...

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Paljikeriben / Thanks – ...

Oct 7, 2014 by

Paljikerav tuke, Devla, vaš o jivipen, vaš oda, hoj som Rom, hoj jav tire dromeha savore Romenca. Hoj rodav lenge o čačipen baro, o...

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Stories / Paramisa

Sep 29, 2014 by

Stories were woven into my life like threads in a well-worn blanket. Muted colours of the fields, forests, and hedgerows blended with...

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Nomadic / phirduno

Sep 17, 2014 by

My memories are punctuated by hoof beats and silence. Some things I’ll never forget, no matter how much I want to, their...

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Broken Words / Phagerkerdo Lav...

Sep 11, 2014 by

My words are broken, tumbling from my lips like shattered teeth or maybe rotten apples thrown too far from the tree. e phabaj či...

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“Gypsy Matchmaking”...

Sep 9, 2014 by

I was betrothed at age 12 to a boy called Petru. He smelled like old clothes and wet dirt and had eyes the colour of smoke. I...

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Magic and Magpies – Akha...

Aug 27, 2014 by

Our language is like a flock of magpies, gathering up glittering orbs of curiosity along the way, zmrzlina, škola, Indija .. foreign...

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Silence & Samudripen

Aug 12, 2014 by

I haven’t written here for a few days. Honestly, August 2nd and all of the media surrounding it, really took it out of me. As a...

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Rhythm

Jul 16, 2014 by

Kako Tonju spoke with the clip clop vowels of falling hooves. Baxtali čhajori One pony, short story … ašune His voice the...

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Hedjoskero Gav

Jul 2, 2014 by

Our houses leaned against one another on the hillside like tired soldiers – this one missing a window, this one a door –...

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