Karim Haidari, who had been working as a BBC journalist in Afghanistan, and who recently fled to the UK, told his story for the BBC Radio 4 Programme 'From Our Own Correspondent'. It was also selected for Radio 4's 'Pick of the Week' programme. He has given Exiled Writers Ink permission to include it as [...]
On 21st August 2021 I receive an e-mail from an Afghan writer who had previously lived in Britain and has been working as a journalist in Afghanistan and needs to return to Britain. I had innocently asked him whether he and his family were back here and receive a response which is concerning ‘Tried once [...]
by Dr Jennifer Langer Founding Director Exiled Writers Ink It is too far too soon to say ‘I remember’ Esmail, but when I think of him, the image I have is of a restless, insatiable rebel, of a man who was always kind, caring and modest despite his great stature as a poet. I first [...]
by Catherine D Davidson On Monday, November 5, the night before the American midterm elections, poets and fans gathered in the basement of the Poetry Café on Betterton Street in London. […]
by Catherine Davidson Shortly after Donald Trump was elected I was invited by Exiled Writers Ink to read at one of their Poetry Café events. […]
The Bart Wolffe Poetry Prize Award A little more than a year after joining the board of Exiled Writers Ink, and a few months after agreeing to Chair the board for the year, on March 29th, I attended the Bart Wolffe Poetry Award evening and was reminded of why this organization is so valuable and [...]
Collaborative Poem created 5.3.2018: Uncensored Women’s Words An evening focusing on the diverse oppressions against women and their resistance to them. […]
By Catherine T Davidson Reflections on EWI’s Second Agit Lit event On February 5, I hosted an event at the Poetry Café in Covent Garden on behalf of Exiled Writers Ink, London’s longstanding umbrella organisation for refugee and immigrant poets and writers. It was our second “Agit Lit” event — where we combine an evening of poetry [...]
Last night, I introduced the readers at my first ever hosting of the Exiled Lit Café by talking about what we do in small rooms and why it matters. We were in the Betsey Trotwood pub (named for the irrepressible character in David Copperfield) in Farringdon, a London neighbourhood where old and new mingle with [...]
Some time ago I visited a part of the world that I once could loosely call ‘my country’. What was once one country is now seven. If this sounds like a riddle - it is. I use the word ‘loosely’ retrospectively because some people like me; rightly or wrongly, once regarded that part of the [...]
