The Ghosts of Berlin: Die Geister von Berlin OUT NOW!!!

Happy Birthday Berlin my Love. A series of horror stories and poems for the city that saved me. Why horror? If you have to ask, then she’s not for you 😉. Available for purchase on Amazon, iTunes, Barnes&Nobles, and many more!!! 

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Why Hello There

It seems that you have stumbled upon this site, for which I have no answer as to why you are here. All I have for you are more questions. Questions upon questions upon questions. So, if you don’t want to think, or you expect some kind of answer, then run little one. Run very quickly away. For this is not the place for you, and you have stumbled into an ever expanding mind with no foreseeable exit.

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"Croatian Adventures" on KCRW Berlin

Hey Everyone!!! I’m on the radio 😆😆😆!!! (My story starts at 10:28) Telling the story of my sister @allisesadeghipour and I and our adventures in Croatia. I love you Beezy and all our crazy adventures. Exploring the world is so much better with you in it ❤️.

GOT PUBLISHED!!!

I am honored to be a part of this amazing writing community and all the brilliant writers that are platformed in this publication. Support other women* writers by purchasing the magazine here!!!

“Crying Space” and “Gnarled and Naked”
Women Writing Berlin Lab: “Movement” (2020)

Wicked Project’s Wicked Thoughts: Isolated Observer

“Wicked Thoughts: Allia Sadeghipour ” is a special opportunity to discover how your favorite artists are being affected, effecting, and making sense of these unique and challenging times. Corona has inevitably prodded at all aspects of our psyche and social architecture, causing us to re-calibrate and refashion our behavior and understanding of selves and society. Each week we will be posting 3 unique performances that delve into the minds of some of your favorite artists, who, through their creativity give voice to these times.

The Bear Storytelling 50th Show

The Bear presents
BAD MISTAKES make GOOD STORIES
Award-winning storytellers share tales of making interesting mistakes, amazing mistakes, glorious and fantastic mistakes; Breaking rules; Ruining reputations; Leaving the marks of a life well-lived.

in collaboration with Pfefferberg Haus 13, Moving-Speaker.com, KCRW Berlin & Goethe-Institut Washington

Recorded on stage “live” at the Pfefferwerk Haus 13 in Berlin, Germany on June 19, 2020

Dear Summer, Fuck Off!

Dearest Summer,

It’s not you, it’s me. I sweat profusely, I don’t know how to dress, and, frankly, I don’t know how to treat you right or respect you baby I don’t know. Maybe I was supposed to know you, love you, respect you, feel you because you remind me of my body. An organism with a self-cooling capability that produces water as easily as Mother Earth does from the sky, and I wonder if this was part of your game? To create forced connections with water? To sweat out the discomfort to prove my humanity and to force me to feel something. Yes, I have this body, yes I am real, and yes I do feel … discomfort being reminded of my body’s homeostasis. Its liquid sliding scale.

However, I do intensely enjoy the other component of my fluid homeostasis, but why is cumming so much more pleasurable than sweating? Both create pools in my bed, but only one is a pleasure to sleep in. Okay, in reality neither, and I really need to wash my sheets. Why do we sweat things out? Why do we (some of us) squirt? Why is an orgasm a flood or a push? Why do we create things we push away from when we are really pushing away from ourselves? Why is it so uncomfortable being human?

So you see Summer, I hate that you remind me of myself and my humanity. You will never be Autumn, Summer. Whenever you are in full bloom, I always want to recede and hibernate. Whenever you are smiling, I want it to rain. I know its strange being a Summer baby, but I grow in winter while the trees reserve their energy for the next cycle. You don’t do that Summer, you drain me.

And yet, I do have a fondness for you. Memories I will always associate with you. You are the hills on fire and the ash that I had to wipe off my windshield like snow. You were scabbed knees and burned feet. You will never be Autumn. I didn’t know Autumn growing up. In Southern California, we had two seasons, fire and sun, and there was no mention of Autumn. What did she look like? Who lived with her? I had heard about the changing color of leaves and the rumored “coat season” but had never experienced it myself. Even when visiting Ohio, I was only ever witness to Summer and Winter. You always did like to follow me wherever I went.

But where is Autumn? I had met an Autumn in high school and thought I had found her, but she moved a year later. I wondered if she would ever return. Where did she go? And what kind of cruel parents would raise a kid named Autumn in Southern California. I didn’t have the courage to say hello and, I mean, what would she think of my clothes? I had hoped she was not as judgmental as Wednesday or Noon. Fuck Noon. Her parents paid her full ride to college and she never worked a day in her life, so fuck Noon. Also, your name means “bread.” God I love bread. Bring me your sweet loaf, so I may nestle in your yeasty folds. Okay, that sounded disgusting. Why is “yeasty” so gross? Why is discharge? Why is everything associated with the human body perceived in such negative connotative terms? Especially for women? I can’t help where my sweat collects in my folds.

Excerpt from “Nightschool”

Check out the full performance here: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wHZqcU6ciiQ

Mama never said I was pretty growing up

She said it was cuz 

She didn’t want it to be my 

Only feature

So I believed to be ugly

And when my breasts grew full

And my knees ached from the weight of them

I was called a tomboy

Flooded with hormones, aggression, and hairy pits,

And became the Beast from the Middle East

So I believed to be ugly

Until the two towers  fell

While walking down glass corridor halls

And the Christian Youth had found their new crusade

And I believed to be hated.

But all these things I had believed to be

Had become disillusionments 

in my 20’s

My mind ravaged by a man

As my faith was raped by the system

Body buried beneath forms x, 1040, and C

While tinnitus buzzed in the left

A feeling about being reminded of something

Someone I had once believed to be

But I could not think of self

While trying to survive

Learning self-inoculation against

The gravity of global virolity

The fury of each new pain 

Remembers caliced conquests

lessening the intensity

Now

I am believed

to be learned, experienced, pseudo-spiritual

Searching to satiate the thirst of

A fluid life

And yet,

I do not know 

What I believe.

The Wicked Podcast: Episode 4: Money

At base level, money is a mere concept. Most people grasp its abstract nature, but this is trivial amid its ubiquitous dominance. And although it seems that hard cash is as infallible as the law of gravity, modern society is proving that it’s as bendable as a penny. During the COVID-19 crisis we’ve witnessed the limitations of our financial system, rekindling discussions about economic overhaul. Digital currency, universal basic income, and preparations for a post-scarcity society have entered global dialogues. Perhaps it’s time to reconsider our relationship with money. How much do we really trust it? How might we function without it? (gasp)

Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/wickedpodcast/money?fbclid=IwAR0uzTeYyBIdGcEP_kG24LlL15lEBMcaOZsL7jsMPTVCnxBdWzUA4Cz1L5o

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