Author: Serkan Engin • Empty Mirror

About Serkan Engin

A socialist Laz poet-author from Turkey, Serkan Engin was born in 1975 in Izmit, Turkey.

His poems and articles on poetry theory have been published in English in The Tower Journal, Poetry'z Own, Belleville Park Pages, Far Enough East, Spilt Infinitive Lit Magazine, Empty Mirror, The Writer’s Drawer, Poetry Super Highway, Miracle E-zine, Industry Night Lit Magazine, Open Road Review, Shot Glass Journal, Songsoptok, The Criterion and Mediterranean Poetry. Some of his poems appeared in Japanese in the leading Japanese philosophy and poetry journal Shi to Shisou.

His political articles have been published in many countries, including USA, Greece, Sweden, India, Armenia, France, and Indonesia.

All the Notes of the World Symphony by Serkan Engin

I am a red Laz boat cruising on the mountains of Kurdistan where my Kurd and Turk brothers are burning by falling on the ground syllable by syllable None of the requiems is able to express … [Read more...]

Revenge of the Imagist Socialist Poetry

We are the revenge of all oppressed, despised, ignored, exploited, beaten, insulted, neglected, abused, molested humans in the world as being fighters for their rights with our poems and essays. We … [Read more...]

Imagist Socialist Poetry and Objective Reality

[Editor's note: Serkan Engin is a socialist Laz poet-author from Turkey. He aims to launch a new movement in Turkish poetry and to that end has published numerous articles about literary theory, … [Read more...]

Abused Letters of Hope

Dedicated to you... I was born to loop my balmy dreams to your bleeding verses born to shout your childhood fads lost in a mute hell in front of everybody I am the delicous revenge of all … [Read more...]

Delayed Saleslady

my hair is darkening to a lengthy loneliness lava has touched my lips, you consider as lipstick i have propped my heart against the lights of the showcase my tenuous dreams are hung on the … [Read more...]

I Kissed You with Sparrows

We are kissing each other on the lips while hitting Love and wobbling around only the walls are barricade to our lust. Your mouth is beginning with a damp alphabet a red butterfly settled on your … [Read more...]