So you know for Hooshang I will write to you, So you know, In this strange land, I am alive, and my blood which is Floating in your veins, Still sings the song Which our father used to hum In our mother’s ear. So you know-by: Mahnaz Badihian was last […]
Flávia Rocha is a Brazilian poet, journalist and translator living In São Paulo. . She has an M.F.A program in Writing at Columbia University and was the co-editor, with Edwin Torres, of Cities of Chance: an Anthology of New Poetry from the United States and Brazil. She co-founded Acedemia Internacional […]
I am compartment of many Functional realities I am compartment of many functional realities Every part of me mobilized and vitalized to motilities M. K. Sadigh—- was last modified: August 12th, 2007 by mahnaz badihian
——— there is shy wind and wee, between sound and soul – because the wind is running, going to oblivion. poems by: Massimo Sannelli was last modified: August 10th, 2007 by mahnaz badihian
What makes this Lonely Dravidian tea picker To pour out her heart, As the odor of pesticides Cut through the lungs, As the hard labored leaves Are made high-tech currencies In the global markets? Thampi Jayasingh —5 poems was last modified: August 7th, 2007 by mahnaz badihian
Eventful Turns by Leah Aronoff Enigmatic, sudden, irrational shifting swirls, flashes of synapses in the nervous system. Is it complexity or the whistling surge of power that exhilarates? Poems by Leah Aronoff was last modified: July 20th, 2007 by mahvand sadeghi
The Uppity Puppets by Mike Murphy Once upon a time On a small planet There lived Two puppets side by side, Poems by Mike Murphy was last modified: July 20th, 2007 by mahvand sadeghi
This July Mahnaz Badihian(American/Iranian poet), along with other poets from the United States and Brazil are gathering in Sao Paulo, Brazil in a workshop by famed poet Edward Hirsch. With Edward Hirsch in Sao Paulo Brazil was last modified: July 6th, 2007 by mahnaz badihian
And we never asked what The Salamander said for survival ——- Salamander I didn’t exist When the mountains, plains and books were here And that proud evergreen which Will never bow for you Salamander—Mahnaz Badihian was last modified: June 29th, 2007 by mahnaz badihian
Translated by:Michael d’Esposito” from Italian . The gaze fathoms from the dark edges the bottom of the well, invisible, the danger. The grown ups warn, beware of the tarantula. poems by: Luigi Cannillo was last modified: June 5th, 2007 by mahnaz badihian