Pomegranate Planet
This is the time of year when the days grow shorter and darker. It’s also the time that my son Niko and I love because
This is the time of year when the days grow shorter and darker. It’s also the time that my son Niko and I love because
This is the time of year when the days grow shorter and darker. It’s also the time that my son Niko and I love because
Photo: Some of the most beautiful specimens . . . Mona Kayhan, Persis Karim, and Aphrodite Desiree Navab, New York, September 18, 2009. *** I
“After 29 years stuck together, the twins were willing to accept the risks of surgery for the chance of separate lives.” — CNN headline, July
After harvesting nearly thirty-five pounds of pomegranates (at least 30-40 varieties of sweet, tart, sour, tangy, juicy, fleshy–and every imaginable shade of red), earlier in
Photos of the pomegranate tasting/picking I went last week up near Davis (at the Experimental Orchard) in Winters, northern California. It’s a US Department of
This year marks the fortieth anniversary of the acclaimed Iranian poet Forugh Farrokhzad’s death. Around the world, people are marking the passage of this remarkable
A review of Strange Times, My Dear: The PEN Anthology of Contemporary Iranian Literature Edited by Nahid Mozaffari and Ahmad Karimi-Hakkak New York: Arcade Publishing,
Mother always had her way with words, squinting at my page to find herself, to catch my foreign breath and let it linger, see it
I have followed the commentary on Iranian.com about the interview I and several other contributing writers to Let Me Tell You Where I’ve Been: New
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
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
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
It begins with words — The daggers of men Who bleed their nations Of hope, kill any Promise. Here is war. A bag full of
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
Excerpt 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,
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Red and green lights strung up, Celebrate, not Christmas, But the holiday for those gathered In heavy coats, shouting, “Marg bar Amrika!” “Death to America!”
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The shifting light of autumn Has caused an uneasiness. This morning, I lay beside My son, listening to his breathing, Finding comfort in the soft
Some have stamps in their passports Emblems of official entry. But the places inside me Charted on the invisible map Leading to nowhere in particular