A long journey home

Persian Blog

 

I am not poor.

I am not weighed down.
I am not ugly, fat, inadequate.
Not good enough, not pure enough, not strong enough.

I am rich.
I am free.

I am free.

Photo – Persian Blog, Omid

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Published in: on May 25, 2017 at 01:44  Leave a Comment  
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Jacob and his Angel

 

It is patience that destroyed Adam and Eve,
Not the hooded serpent,

With beady eyes,

Not the salacious Jezebel,
Hiding her fanny,

Not the woman,

The patience,
You see,

The knowing without power,
The waiting for death and its meager offerings,

You’ve got to face the day, come what may
Your smiling face will see rain again,

And it won’t be long till you drag your feet,
To slow the circle down.

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Photo – Jacob and Esau

Published in: on May 24, 2017 at 17:19  Leave a Comment  
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Refugee

Smelly in the corner,
On a black,

Leather sofa,

We speak he and I with oiled bodies, we
Recline at will,

With silver-lined laptops,
With morning beer in,

Plastic cups, ice-cream
Tins, we

Touch minds gently across thrusting porn-stars,
He and I, and we

We will make it happen,
Perhaps,

Emigrate,

Fiddle with love beyond borders, have
Sex in public,

Don’t laugh,

Book an hotel room in an Islamic country,
Without scrutiny,

Hold hands in an African one, do
Battle in Mississippi.

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Published in: on May 24, 2017 at 11:47  Leave a Comment  
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Counting Lovers

Cheese occurs at night,
Counting lovers, Gerald

Jason,
Daniel,

Some guy at the Holiday Inn,

Leonard,
Han,

Rolf,
Keshavjii,

Simon,

Like that, they
Say a healthy lifestyle has ten to twenty,

Lovers.

Photo – Self

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Published in: on May 21, 2017 at 18:15  Leave a Comment  
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Bound

And I’ll be dust to dust bound to,

Shifting black wicker furniture just so,
Patrons aren’t disturbed,

By the rain between,
The hair-do and the pedicure, separated

At least,

By three floors if the lifts are working, me I’m just
Splashing mops against mauve tile, they

Flashing manicured smiles, we

Electing marvelous politicians in fashionable leather,
Leather of the season, bound

To let us down in Range-Rovers, bound
To coffee machines spitting frappuccinos, just

Hoping for a tip to pay my damn school fees.

Photo: ♦Psychology Today ♦

See also: Hector

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Published in: on May 6, 2017 at 13:17  Leave a Comment  
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I lost my shoes in India

Religion, reincarnation, representation

sweets on a plate
empty tuperware

lens cleaner is,
What we took to bed.

Red he says, but he’s deaf,
With earphones on,

Police frames and Louis Vuittion
Handbags and perfumed,

Cardboard handbags,
And plastic lips,

Peach by the way, like
I said, I

Lost my shoes in India.

♦photo♦Hyunception: Movie Reviews & Analysis

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Published in: on April 24, 2017 at 01:49  Leave a Comment  
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The ladder of life

I don’t have friends, I do not think.

Friends get married, and
Drive bigger cars and,

Have more intelligent things to talk about, better
Places to go, are

Becoming lawyers and doctors and ministers,
Big people, and

It sort of interrupts things.

♦photos♦ Jacob’s Ladder

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Published in: on April 21, 2017 at 10:19  Leave a Comment  
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Dicks in space-suits

UNEP, environment

Dead beetles die in their skins, and

Seychellois, Mauritanians, Maurtians, Martians,
Fighting with sun-tans all, and

Bad lip jobs,

In Nairobi,
Silent giraffes groping for love,

God,
Tending to antelopes,

And the world ending
In a traffic jam or with,

Dicks in space-suits building railways​ through the heart of a city.

♦Photo♦ Friends of Nairobi National Park

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Published in: on April 21, 2017 at 09:21  Leave a Comment  
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The Painting with the smudge

I remember her detail,

How she looked, how she talked to her husband,
I just stood on the pavement and cried, I’ll

Never see her again, not here,
That’s it.

Whatever came, came for a moment and then left, we were
Going to live forever.

I don’t get in touch with anyone anymore,
It scares me, the

Vast leap of events between the last meeting twenty years ago, and the ‘hello’ now,
Like a slug or snail whose antenne has grazed something unpalatable;

I’ve withdrawn.

I don’t mean to do it I don’t mean to have this strange mist shroud me, I
Feel tenuous –

Like a smudge in the corner of a pristine painting you could reach out to touch me and find,

Nothing there left at all.

Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep. Rom. 12:15

♦Photo – Personal♦

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Published in: on April 9, 2017 at 10:59  Leave a Comment  
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Editing the bible

poem, religion

We’ve all seen them,

Womens circle knitting on,
Saturday,

Mens having breakfast to learn,
How to lead,

Ever been inside a church,
I mean inside?

You know the ones;
Don’t

Talk on the phone when you’re,
Writing notes,

Don’t come in late when right
Next door,

Over the shoulder of
The fat woman in green,

They are editing the bible at the behest of the priest!

Yellow dragons,
Farmhouse animals –

Beware the document groaning,
With the evidence of having been read.

Photo – ♦Fruit Of Hands

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Published in: on March 30, 2017 at 23:42  Leave a Comment  
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Living on a prayer

You punish me for telling you my fantasy,
At night I lock the door so no one else can see,

Watch while the queen,
In one false move,

Turns herself into a pawn,

It’s like-
Drinking gasoline to quench your thirst until there’s nothing there left at all, I

Went to the doctor I,
Went to the mountains,

And then you happen to bring up reincarnation over,
A couple of beers the other night,

Spitting out all the bitterness along with half of my last drink,
This is no ordinary love,

Refrain!
Come Oberon!

Able only to gasp at the splendor of the sun,
Come satellite!

Saturns rings are lit by the Universe’s light!

For Simon

Photo – ♦Natsumi Hayashi

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Published in: on March 21, 2017 at 13:03  Comments (1)  
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Cancer

 

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I’ve lost the use of my heart,
But I’m still alive.

I hear voices,

The hustler and the prostitute,
The gleaming car salesman,

Audible to me all,

The rat at the corner,
Selling drugs,
My husband in the study being busy.

I’m crying everyone’s tears.

 

Photo♦Pierre Holtz for ReutersBest Pictures of the Decade

 

 

 

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Published in: on February 15, 2017 at 09:41  Comments (4)  
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