Poetry by Bewketu Seyoum

“I will continue to want
with no getting
your warmth, your love
your arms, your thighs.
Missing you is the real disease
no vaccine can prevent it.”

– Bewketu Seyoum

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The Many Complexities of Bewketu Seyoum

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The Many Complexities of Bewketu Seyoum
by  / February 25, 2021
Ethiopian novelist and poet Bewketu Seyoum discusses his writing process, how he remains connected to Ethiopia, and how the pandemic has inspired his writing. Read more...
On Filmmaker Thaelman Urgelles: The Long Road From Politics to Mentorship
by  / February 18, 2021
Thaelman Urgelles is a celebrated Venezuelan filmmaker, perhaps most well known for his 1982 film La Boda (The Wedding), which some consider to be one of the most influential Venezuelan films of all time. In La […] Read more...

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