Oh Rain, enough slapping my face This face is old Your hands are cold I didn't forget, When we first met You told a tale

Since the resurgence of fundamentalism in the Muslim world, many women have been stoned to death for committing adultery. This is the story of one

I miss you when I don’t want to see you. I long for you When I don’t want you in my thoughts. I want to

“An Unnecessary Crisis: Setting the Record Straight about Iran’s Nuclear Program” was put by Iran's Mission to the UN in the New York Times as

I am from un-made beds and clothes everywhere except for my closet. From jewelry and hairpins tangled in the carpet Along with clothes-hangers and markers

Behrouz Your name means fortunate Yet you live an unfortunate life Behrouz, go to sleep Quit wasting your breath You talk as if you are

Perhaps I have found the first error in Webster’s dictionary. Kabob, defined by this dictionary, is a skewer of meat marinated and cooked on a

Dear Professors Abdi and Daryaee [see; “Safe & sound”],

The preparation of the World Heritage file required a thorough examination of potential dangers in the area, and more specifically the construction of the new

Senate confirmation hearings are the only thing separating John G. Roberts from dominating the highest court of the land as Chief justice for the next

Why don't you smile, darling, as you pass Him on the sidewalk? Each face you see is His face. Don't look away. Who could help

Standing by Cyrus’ resting place We cannot deem ourselves as slaves. The champion of human rights The Lord’s anointed bids us rise And reclaim our

Please tap your chest with your left hand and rub your head with your right if you like the left side better, or vice versa.

With the very first tremble of my eyelids The invasion of thoughts I had so tactfully Kept off my grounds, Began I winced And wished I'd

On a dark desert highway Polluted wind in my hair Warm smell of gasoline Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I

I am sending one of my poems. Let me tell you we Indians also think about, love, freedom, democracy as you… Full of brave children

Based on “Land Down Under” by the Australian band Men At Work. I wrote it for one of my soccer buddies from Sonoma, California wine

I wrote this in February 2001. The date is significant in that it is a few months before September 11. Although the content is still

Western/Northern/First World academics love us to death, Lots of them love us only dead; So they can dissect us to study our trends, To cut