You are the last angel in my life The perfect gift to me and my wife The sunshine of our spring Enticing birds to swing

I've fought my way from a place I cannot name. The shaking of the wind no longer scares me. the swiftness of it all the

I am having the same nightmare The one I had after 9/11 The war planes are bombing The city is on fire People are running

The touch of your hand on my face Makes me wanna close my eyes I feel the warmth of your brace Just like that of

oh no corazon that room again lights are on angels are flying but it's dark (70 percent cocoa) and they cant see where they're going black

Clothed in tatters, arms outstretched, he stood upon a box, wires dangling, bowed head covered in black hood, sad image of a shattered faith. O

You glide unthinkably A green end to a dark river You are the purpose that rain tastes this sweet You are my echo when I

Oh man, ……….. ……….. Don't bother, don't bother again ……….. Since you've never felt the pain Don't call me just a woman, don't ……….. That

From “Let Me Tell You Where I've Been: New Writing by Women of the Iranian Diaspora”, edited by Persis Karim, University of Arkansas Press, (May