poetryfromafar-Poems by Martha Little, paintings by Matug Aborawi
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I have a painter friend who is an immigrant from North Africa, Matug Aborawi. He can39;t seem to stop painting the boats that are coming from Africa to Spain that arrive without people, the people who arrive without boats. There is something alarming and compelling about his paintings, and also expectant and hopeful. His paintings don39;t let us close our eyes. These poems are dedicated to the ones who didn39;t make it.CONTENT
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