I don’t miss much from the country I grew up in. I’m only missing the space between the notable events and people. Continue reading Disappointing my younger self or growing into future me?
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. Continue reading Nazanin, nazanin #poem
I used to think my creativity comes from suffering and drugs. Access to this magical land was given to me only when earned. Not anymore! Continue reading How to find your deep well of creativity and knowing
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 … Continue reading To that day i fast #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 … Continue reading Flowering prophecy #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 … Continue reading Speak not of love to deny it #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 … Continue reading Forever valentine #poem
Let’s be honest: A 9-5 career is not for everyone. Checking your work emails first things in the morning, spending your lunch breaks in skype meetings and going for networking drinks in the evening takes its toll. The perks of … Continue reading Freelance your dreams: quitting a successful career to pursue film
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 … Continue reading Writing nothing but #poem
A few weeks ago I finally finished an idea that I’ve been working on for over a year. In it, we follow three generations of women across three different time lines to explore the trauma they inflict on each other, … Continue reading On finishing my first TV script – am I a script writer yet?