STORY
Excerpt from my first novel
Living in exile, being a foreigner. It meant speaking without being understood. It meant never belonging. It meant abandoning the past. The place I had no more right to own, to hold, to love. As if by leaving it, I had sworn not even to remember it, ever. But what if the news of the war and the sadness in the letters coming from home and the insouciance - this depth of shallowness in the signs of pleasure - resuscitated the ghosts I had attempted to elude
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POETRY
Splendid is Goddess
Esphand, Supreme Goddess of Earth
whose fertile thought of conceiving woman
and man sparkled on a late April day, lingered
latent in her wet scented womb,
for forty years
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