Archive - Nov 1, 2009 - Article

National Pastimes

It wasn't the game itself. I used to go down to the baseball fields near my house in the summers with my bat and a few balls, usually in the mornings when it was still cool and foggy. I wasn't planning on trying out for any team. I didn't even have a group of friends to get together for a game later in the day. But I liked the way the ball flew off my bat when I hit it right, and I was just trying to be a part of what was around me>>>

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بيصبرانه براى فرار از مملکت روزشمارى ميکردم. يک چمدان هم خريدم ولى من يک لا قبا که چيزى نداشتم با خود به خارج ببرم جز يک مشت خاطرات که همه آنها در رژيم جديد غيرقانونى اعلام شده بودند. اين بود که روزهاى اخر بعضى از خاطراتم را ماهرانه لابلاى جورابهاى کثيف مخفى کردم. چند تايى را قاطى شامپو کردم و دو سه تا را هم چپاندم تو يکشيشه ادکلن فرانسوى و همه را ترو تميز تو چمدان جا دادم>>>

Tango in Evin

Guantanamo or Evin
They are only words
That pass through the
Incomplete understanding of geraniums
You must dance
Until the final act
When someone says 'Cut'
But you will not finish
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To a Journalist in Prison

Oh, street soul!
I see you sitting there
in your metal box
Near the Blue Bus,
And no finger taps
On your glass pane
Save for drops of rain. >>>