Here it is. I offer you, every single one of you, my bent knee, my kings and queens. I solemnly do declare that my unblemished

So I tried to stand on the old soap box but my charm is wrapped in an unfamiliar package while yours flows as easy as

Here’s a new video I made for Bossa Dorado, played by the Chris Sartisohn Trio, in Victoria, BC.  Enjoy.

I find I hum to myself even though the fish are gone and the food is more costly. Is it the colors, blue, green? Or

When one dips one’s little toe, gingerly, into the deep calm waters of middle age, one’s taste buds start to develop a life of their

At Behzad’s house, hiding from his mom, and her greasy stew, we hid under a bed in the clay room. Cool and modest, we leafed

As a boy it might be the stance of a holy knight, a Jesus of power, heralding Arcadia. Then years point to the scale of

On my way back home, ignoring the palmate pink underneath the green, I carelessly stepped on the most intricate leaf I had ever seen. For

I am unwinding time. The wooden bridge made for cyclists creaks and moans in the cool meadow. It is not night time. She is not

The ruler who is weak has had three names: the Accuser, the Fool and the Masker of Truth. Arrogantly he declares “I bring you your

Amidst the cold, the rain, the pains of growing old I search your warmth for my reluctant sleep. I asked as a teenager remember back

I have a simple question addressed to the rulers I only vaguely know. I’m asking on behalf of those whose wealth is stolen continuously, those

To call it a fairytale our story needs a Prince. He needs to be young, reasonably handsome and above all good of heart. We need

I was driving south very tired. The car in front slowed down in an empty lot. The driver, the passenger their seats were bare. My

Fading from real to virtual how fanatically committed you’ve been to your runaway and purely abstract cause. Has your musing ever failed not to be

I suppose, in this climate of fear and uncertainty, about money, work or even a whole country I’ll sit by my fire and dribble down

Sema sings Fly Me To The Moon. Warm wishes and happy Thanksgiving.

I just finished editing my latest video. I thought I’d share it, since it came so beautifully. The music is by the Chris Sartisohn Trio,

Just like you I like my tea golden red strong and served hot in a clear and small cup. So when I followed the signs

In Nineteen Seventy Four in a dilapidated highrise across the Zahara cemetery we held our yearly seance. There were Abbas and Omid partisans of some

Between the fifth and the sixth I laugh my heart out, surrounded by everyone that I’ve ever loved. Their incessant activity drops of wistful rain

Guilty in the pleasure of not fanning the coals of war, of not being there, not holding my voice over the governing of my poor

Reading over and over the story of how you barely escaped destruction, with the barest cover, however perfumed, yet carelessly confident of absolute seduction, did

Do you remember how we first met? Not being clever I was clueless, more or less, of the provenance of things or what became mine.

You welcome the sight of a beautiful day. Bright and clear, no clouds or waves over or under the ship. Nothing but blue in the