By Susan Lamont, Center Coordinator
There are flames dancing in the farthest corners,
throwing their shadows on a group of mourners.
Or are they lighting up a feast of poetry and wine?
From here you cannot tell, as you cannot tell
whether the color clinging to those distant doors and walls
is that of roses or blood.
“The City from Here”
Faiz Ahmed Faiz
I had a dream several years ago in