As night comes the sweet spring night torments my loneliness. I wait among her countless forest reeds listening to the spirits admonishing me, say, friend,
A Father A father is a man who cares. Who is a friend when friends are scarce. And is always there when you fall off
with your soft and throaty voice whispering polite mannerisms into my ear I cannot help but smile cautiously you move beside me clapping your hands
liberty tell me are you my inspiration, or just an illusion? I first heard your name long ago liberty; looked around to find you for
Years came and went from a child to an old man to an old woman you became forgotten by heaven and earth standing still in
I Didn’t Ask For My Parents It isn’t like you bend your dainty spirit neck down from God’s baby-soul-land and point to a copulating couple
Sister, I see your photography for the first time, A random sampling on the news Sensitive and layered they reveal how you put your subject
Silence, where the mute ones scream. Darkness, where the dim ones shine. One voice, one color, one banner; one past, one future — under the
Contemporary Persian poet, Sohrab Sepehri deserves better. If his work is to be read by the English speaking, we fellow Farsi speakers must not misrepresent
Farzaneh Khademian is a freelance photographer. Her photographs are distributed by ABACA, Corbis, Gamma and Anzenberger photo agencies. Her works have also appeared in publications
