Towards the end of last year I finally decided to start a blog. Blogs (short for Web Log) are personal diaries of sort. They come

A few months ago an iranian.com reader sent me some tapes which had been produced right before the revolution. The songs were amazing and some

Prelude to Hiroshima, Chinese paper lanterns hung in the window. Carmen was hiding smoking skunk in the corner. About that later. Standing in the shade

Destiny some great deed for future generations to hear silver-gold drifting over the deserted moon old in Webster's dictionary. Seduced in Spanish black loace over

Dirty, filthy, deserter from the Bakhtiari crap old gold twinkling, flamingo Spanish Armada nudged gently awake as her tits were searched with night-vision cameras and

In a secluded broom closet in a little-trodden corridor the muffled keening of his Spanish body racked by sobs of happiness rolled around his mouth