Sixteen years later – a poem by Reza Ekvanian

Autumn. Yellow jacket hunter. In the presence of women, my land flourishes. The most sorrowful yellow is the color of autumn. Nasrin says: If still, the trees in the neighbor’s yard were green. These days were becoming forty years old. Waiting for spring. They were giving their body to the water. They were sitting in […]...

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Different Lines – A Poem by Reza Ekvanian

نکن “Do not introduce your life and its various problems to me.” It makes me laugh a little, even though I can’t handle it. Love for me. می‌برد It becomes precious and erases the lines of happiness from memory. I am a slave. They want me to forget the lines. از برابرت می‌گذرند There are […]...

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Loss – A poem by Reza Ekvanian and Ali Hosseini

In the past, those days when we were still twenty years old and had a strange sense of poetry, “Dehdasht” was young and still had the scent of life. I and “Ali Hosseini” were good friends, always together, and still spent the late nights of the weekends together, reciting our shared poems; nights and poems […]...

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