Excerpt from CASPIAN RAIN by Gina B. Nahai (MacAdam Cage, September 2007). From the best-selling author of Moonlight on the Avenue of Faith, a stirring,

lover of longing’s songs and whispered promises born exile, homeless at last tormenting idea become beckoning reality these are the wandering years When anguish builds

You arrogant prick! Thinking of you makes me god damn sick. How could I, the strong one, be so easily deceived? You crawled in, little

It is as if we are In a horrific dream What has happened to us? Is this what we are about? When will we awake?

Walking in the flatness of this world, listening to the same old abrupt sound. What if our memories hadn’t been lost , and our ancestors

Today is my first time appearing at Juvenile Court. Juvenile Court or “Juvie”, as some in-crowd criminal defense attorneys call it, is different than a

Sometimes a loss is best left alone because looking back may entail a whole new defeat we can no longer handle. That’s how I felt

Shonnelly’s tribue to the rock band, Kiosk. — Sent by Peyvand Khorsandi  

Sunday lunch at a friend’s house in Dublin, northern California. 12 next › last »

مي گويند شيطان پرست بودندִ آهنگ هاي شيطاني مي نواختندִ فيلم هاي سكسي مي ديدندִ دختر خانم ها با لباس هاي نيمه عريان بودندִ فاسد

For more than 3 years now, the same arguments have been traded and recycled in US policy talking/making circles regarding Iran's nuclear program and what

It was an evening in June When like a monsoon Liberation came (with the capital L)* With a single name (for which I fell) Though