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Why I hate California
You might wonder why I’m taking my precious time writing a piece on such a negative subject. But I really have had just about enough
July 29, 2005
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You might wonder why I’m taking my precious time writing a piece on such a negative subject. But I really have had just about enough
“In the thunder flash is Truth” — Hindu saying These paintings are observations of a particular type of light and its effects which we are
Never try to understand everything, Some things will just never make sense to you. Never try to hide your feelings, Show your happiness as well
Eternity's child, the singular uniqueness of you, Of me, of we, of all that is, has been, will be: Infinity's sum is you, is me,
When the past was no longer present When yesterday was a story Gone. Put away, in a dusty book, And all that remained was regret,
“I’m in a rather dangerous position with Bob, I trust him with my life” Elton John “I go to Africa a lot, aid really works”
The government buildings were set ablaze The smoke rose sky high It could easily be seen From most neighborhoods in the city It was an
There are poets And there are chatterers Chatterers don't write poems And poets cannot chat. There are some old communists And there are communists who
No one offered a hand Not a bird, not a tree, not even God To the dying butterfly And falling was the colour of leaves
My 9-year-old cousin Borna Poursheikhani and I (Bahar Mirhosseini, 26) wrote this poem together, about our visits to Iran. Baked beets sold steaming on the
Alone I walked through the alley again on a moonlit night My body, a pair of eyes seeking your sight. My soul, a cup brimming
