Nazanin, nazanin #poem

A poem for Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe, a British-Iranian woman jailed in Iran. Foreign Secretary Boris Johnson's comments as well as UK-US impact on Iran in 1953 sealed her fate.

To that day i fast #poem

i felt a throbbing ache in my chest last fall after counting heartthrobs and ribs after eating my weight in chips i sigh at last and the doctor i call she asks if i've been outside lately before sunsets and rainstorms before ravens pick out lost worms she smiles and waves me out gently stomach... Continue Reading →

Rebel for life #poem

Close my eyes Grey hell alive Roots in the sky Asking why, oh why? Open my eyes Green bells survive Wind so harsh and dry Whispering sight, oh my Stretch my legs Oh how they strive For trees in lakes high Howling tongue-tied Raise my fist Rebel for life Awake now, people stand-by Hear my... Continue Reading →

Flowering prophecy #poem

You are my prophecyYour echo resides in my chestBreathing now a prayerAbstinence my crest You are my prophecyAmid my sins you know me bestBathe me young layer by layerSing of tomorrow, put me to rest You are my prophecyA faith to call home at my bequestOf darkness only my slayerFrom skin to bone I am... Continue Reading →

Speak not of love to deny it #poem

Good and badThat's how evil thinksTalk of virtueWatch their hearts sink Fifty shades of self-denialNoses crossing over shadowsMessiahs turning in their gravesseeing their followers new clothes Speak not of love to deny itShow me no grace if ever flauntedTil death do us part, I spit on youI rather have my lonely home haunted

Forever valentine #poem

Arms long enough to wrap around my neckYet I cuff hugs from strangers who won't call my bluffHold many hands with my outstretched limbsGo home to pizza and TV Write of solitude and heartache galoreDream of soulmates who bake and tan on the shoreFingers interlocked, the remote lost in the couchBlink twice, only I am... Continue Reading →

Writing nothing but #poem

Knowing nothing butthat leaving is a return home Feeling nothing butthat healing is a dance that shows both light and darkness, up and downthink you're winning only to frown Understanding nothing butthat this road knots into me alone Seeing nothing butthat thoughts cannot move me if blown way out of scale, watching their shadowsI long... Continue Reading →

Where words sing of hope #poem

'I have no hope, therefore I am not bitter' - Krishnamurti There is a city down these hills where the geese sleep soundwhere the river laps quietly at bricks our fathers laid There is a home amidst these houses where children aren't foundwhere roosters screech while pigeons sleep in the shade There is a soul... Continue Reading →

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