Monthly Archives: August 2012

I know you know my muse that I have been courting your soul for months, its gender or marrital status matters not and I am not about to stop nor does maternity or paternity count in affairs of the heart; … Continue reading →

If there were a vaccine for broken hearts I could enter into love fearlessly or shall I assume my heart is already broken before we even begin I know I am capable of making the angels above jealous and that … Continue reading →

Alone Tonight my heart is like a baby left in a basket on someone’s doorstep; if I were alone in the midst of the Rub al Kali with only a sliver of the new moon it would be more company; … Continue reading →

Yek shab baroon umad baham ba eshkh ke nadidam; sa’at ham nafamidam ke bood va oon boo az yas o maryam ama farda bahar mishe hatman golha az zirzameen miyand ma javoontar boshim khorshid mikhande ab too joob seda khoob … Continue reading →

Emshab baroon umad bar zamin madar ab khord chera manam nemitoonam beram bekhobam hame zemestoon mesle darakhta o gol e Maryam ya mesle yek khers pir? Khaste hastam be Khoda behesht koja raft? Ra peyda nemi konam azizam okh okh … Continue reading →

Had I been born in Samarkand I would have moved to Bukkhara or had I been more adventurous of spirit perhaps Mazar e Shariff or even Sanadaj to enter into Sama how did I end up in this eternal sea … Continue reading →

Like Cottonwood seeds adrift in the sunlit air  my thoughts return to the lazy dog days  of summer; the slow meandering river  the fish who fought over my bait  and who got to end up  on my dinner plate;  the … Continue reading →

Quietly life has passed me by and I without protest have handed over the keys to all my jailers I was a proud peacock until life handed me handicapped offspring and insane relatives and in laws and surrounded me with people … Continue reading →

I feel some poetry coming on my country cousins make peace of life’s adversity by seeing God’s hand in everything and thinking it all has a purpose but I do not find this … blind faith consoling, like Marx said … Continue reading →

J’arrive, je vien, c’est pas longtemps encore l’amour on ne trouve pas dans la rue dans la ciele non plus; il faut avoir patience comme la plouie que commence avec un  petit reve dans les nuages; comme le foret avec … Continue reading →