Imtiaz Dharker

‘Minority’ by Imtiaz Dharker

I was born a foreigner. I carried on from there to become a foreigner everywhere I went, even in the…

11 years ago

‘Blessing’ by Imtiaz Dharker

The skin cracks like a pod. There never is enough water. Imagine the drip of it, the small splash, echo…

11 years ago

‘Living space’ by Imtiaz Dharker

There are just not enough Straight lines. That Is the problem. Nothing is flat Or parallel. Beams Balance crookedly on…

12 years ago