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

I sit at the edge of my memories and I wonder if I own them are they truly mine? or do they sit at the

Deathly smells from on above drift down to the peoples' noses, Of burning flesh and blackened land stained with the blood of Moses, As thou

  The father Who dreamed as much as stars dream to shine, To see the son who left for the city In search of a

  Going shopping again In search of good bargains Trying to get your hands On some unique stuff So that you can show them off

  Take me where thou wilt, capricious Life. From this shore to that, I’ll find my way to what I love. The sun sets before