Poetry

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Your left hand
shadows your right like a blown gas valve
cocking the night >>>

Momma

Momma I'm dying
Momma I'm fading away
The little twinkle in my eyes, the same one that's been there since I was a little >>>

Una noche de desierto

One day we will make a journey to Iran together ... we will travel to Kerman and I will locate a little place with a particular energy level that I know of in the desert; a place where the falcon-hearted beings lay down to rest and draw energy form mother earth making their wings leaner and their hearts beat faster. Under the moon light, sounded by the desert spirits and our own genies as the witness for our passion, I will take my linen jacket off so you can lay on it ... and then ... I will feast on you as a desert lion feasts on a gazelle! I will look into your eyes and drown in the river of their sparkle, then gently kiss you.>>>

Ba behtarin arezouha...

I know you probably have a girlfriend. I am a jealous fool. Jealous. But what can I do? >>>

Citizen of the world

Walking in the flatness of this world,
listening to the same old abrupt sound.
What if our memories hadn't been lost
and our ancestors claimed the laces of our roots?
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Ode To #148240

those eyes deserve a home
that glare and the stare
should fall on eyes
that reflect back >>>

American ideals

It is as if we are
In a horrific dream
What has happened to us?
Is this what we are about? >>>

Azizam, Azat Motenaferam

You arrogant prick!
Thinking of you makes me god damn sick.
How could I, the strong one, be so easily deceived?
You crawled in, little by little, inch by inch...
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Mystic, misfit

lover of longing's songs
and whispered promises
born exile,
homeless at last >>>

L= The Markov Chain

It was an evening in June
When like a monsoon
Liberation came (with the capital L)
With a single name (for which I fell) >>>

Global man

It was 2003 I had put my few months old daughter to bed and was browsing through Iranian Times when I came across a collection of poetry. The poems frustrated, angered, and amazed me at times. The collection titled "One Should Not Sleep with Juliet and Not Be Romeo," and the poems were simply incredible. I followed his works and a few years later included some of them in the Other Voices International Project. It was then that I received e-mails from some American poets who believed they were the works of a literary genius. This voice belongs to no one but one of the most controversial contemporary poets of our time, Naanaam>>>

Arrival

the wind whistles its arrival
as dawn returns
from its night travels

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Ah, Los Angeles

This is the revised version of my Poem, "Ah, Los Angeles" first published in Persian in "Daftar-haye Shanbeh" No. 2, 1994 and then in English in Muddy Shoes (Beyond Baroque Books) 1999. The City of Venice, California engraved one of the stanzas of this poem on a wall in Venice beach at Boardwalk-Brooks in 2000.>>>

For Shirin Neshat

Youssef and Zuleika have nothing on us
My love
Your little black holes are too small for my bullets >>>

The earthquake

The earthquake
drunkenly rolled into town.
A town that, seen from above >>>