You will anchor to a blind rock Either you’ll become moss in this life, Or you’ll be the last, an old rascal. The sea will be sheeted,...

What is life? It is the place where thought meets vision. What do we look at, what do we think about? We look at what is different, what...

I’m writing in an old language. Perhaps it will never be understood. But my sentences will be felt. Dear friend, paper. Forgive me. My...

That’s what Cengiz used to say. At the time, I would have been sweeping the floors. “Before, he had 3 or 4 friends around here. One by...

It’s been a long time since I held a pen. My palms have callouses, as much as my feet. We walked through the cold of concrete in our...

I bought a cake with my last money from the package store. I went outside. It was a little past 12. The half cigarette I had left on the...

I met a very good secret police in his profession. It was evening. I was sitting at Leyla. An older man with a white earphone in one ear,...

Through the eye of a needle, we view our fate, A gramophone needle, where memories create. Smiles and tears form life’s gentle sound,...

(I drew it with a restaurant receipt pen. It's a bit sloppy.) The Japanese used to stay in the office across from the bar. Don’t be...

As the call to prayer echoed through the air, two dark-haired Syrian children heard a phrase they couldn't quite understand: "Fate is...

On one of my travels… While I was heading along the Yukarıyurtçu village road, I hitchhiked. A truck driver stopped. I opened the door...

Salih was looking to the mulberries, and the mulberries were blinking to Ahmet the vendor, while the vendor was looking after Salih. "A...

The universe is made real by your consciousness. One must endure their own understanding.

I am Zemestanian, I don’t grasp trees, yet under a cherry tree I rest. In Kurtuluş, Coat on my back, hat on my head, and a tie. My coat...

A prostitute. Red-haired, always gazing wearily. She doesn’t talk much. In fact, she doesn’t talk at all. I’ve never heard her voice. But...

I'm tired of being tired, Biricik. I lived not as much as I wanted, but as much as my pocket allowed. Abandoned cigarette butts know me....

I came to Istanbul, the place where my childhood met the sea. 05/12/21 02:16 Years ago, we moved to the last stop. It was a one-room...

Your smile has seeped into my bones, So delicate, A subtle ailment, it seems, To gaze upon you, in my dreams '

My heart was young and gathered nettles among. ??/??/2022