a long forgotten forest calls my wounded heart I hear the wolf howling at the moon and the meloncholy loon crys ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ somewhere on

          I awoke to the sound of running water, the sky is crying I add my tears to hers and think

      If I were a mountain fastness hidden in the clouds or a deep underwater temple long forgotten by the ground or a

This one’s for you! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ _______________________________________________________ If I could be a thing instead of flesh I would be a comet or perhaps a white water

      In unwitnessed ocean storms at night you’ll find me where whispers are heard but yells are not or perhaps I shall visit

I hear the sound of one hand clapping why fear the end when there is no ending only new beginnings when one door closes five more

< ! break >   in the all embracing darkness of the night my dreams take flight a respite from the endless prying of the

  Drowning in that desert of many petaled dead damask roses in a sea of white mice, lice and broken chards of mirrors am I

A new quarterly magazine for Persian American women will have my poem “Make Me Persian!” in its premiere edition coming out this month. Check it out

http://www.paaia.org/CMS/sharmin-bock-makes-historic-bid-for-san-francisco-district-attorney.aspx   Sharmin Bock has worked in the law enforcement community for more than two decades. She is a tireless prosecutor and a nationally recognized leader

Before all you snarling critics start biting and barking let me say that this man has done good things for your ethnic group in America like

NIAC president Trita Parsa mc’d and Stephen Kinzer was keynote speaker at NIAC fund raiser in Los Gatos, California Oct 23rd 2011. Two of the

Stephen Kinzer gave a great talk about the Iranian people and about Iranian Americans and what a great culture Persian culture is and what a

http://www.youtube.com/user/TheRasoolable#p/u/31/q7S0JtfiKJA Interview  in Farsi on Apadana TV about my experiences in Iran during the 1970’s and return in summer of 2008.

  the night embraces me like a lost friend and I am helpless against its charm… where is my friend the moon who is the

    Amidst the company of a dozen blackened crows or a single metallic shining humming bird the cooing of the mourning doves I am

You may give me whatever you like and I will treasure it unconditionally like a mother’s love in deep trance I have not been for

     In shadows where the mushrooms and white truffles grow beneath the chestnut trees in the green valley called desire, my secrets dwell and

        Saa’at e rang e abi Mah por az talast Daryaham hast Ama to kojaei?  

Hi Everyone, I am looking for a photo of a horse drawn water barrel cart or garyhaye tovzee ab shah from the time before they had

Brian H Appleton will read from his book as well as provide a tour of his website and slide show of his recent trip to

There is something so wonderfully low tech about going to a park on Sizda Bedar and pic nicking with your friends and family and promenading

Take from me my yellow, give to me your red…tonight with Moslem Persians, Assyrian Christians, Zoroastrians and Azeris and Jews we jumped over the flames…we

http://events.kodoom.com/en/vancouver-canada/brian-appleton-s-tales-from-the-zirzameen-meet-the-author/58567/e/#   Born in Tokyo, raised in Greece and Italy, Brian Appleton became friends with an Iranian while in boarding school in Italy. [More] He