(Though this concept has been stated before, choosing to live, living the life you choose, and choosing to unforgivingly be yourself is resistance. So keep existing. Your presence will change the world. The dead have no use to us.)
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Persian has no Pronouns
AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE HERE!!! ONLY $12!!! (Published in “Seven Countries Poetry Anthology” by Arroyo Seco Press 2017. Originally published on 06/17/2016)
Where does your creative space go? Mine seems to disappear sometimes. Not sure where. Sometimes she’s gone for a long time And then why hello there
Whatever You Do, Don’t Think:Squiggly
Grayscale snapshots out of focus little capsules vials of silver happiness vivid living imagery wondrous imitation if only to know the world and wander in it.
I have to write it down because if I don’t write it down the thoughts cylindrically go around and around in my head and if there is no where for them to go it turns into insanity. But if I can catch one and force it into this crude tool them I am no longerContinue reading “Escaping Insanity”
Some times It’ s hard to keep thing s straight. Wha t’s the differ ence between real ity and sub conscious ness. Some times, I can not tell.
“On Written Knowledge”
(Continuation of “On the Writing Process”) Writing knowledge. Knowledge of writing. Writing about Knowledge. Knowing how to write. Wait, I think the last one is different. Knowledge: (n.) “Information and skills acquired through experience or education; the theoretical or practical understanding of a subject” (Webster’s Dictionary). Hmm, perhaps the last one is not so different.Continue reading ““On Written Knowledge””
“On the Writing Process”
(Continuation of “On Writing in Iran”) One English teacher told me that writing was a process and everyone’s process was different. I laughed. A process? Ha! It’s more like a Pollack. Throw it on the ground and get mad. Maybe get a little drunk. Fling some ideas onto it and see what splatters, what oozes,Continue reading ““On the Writing Process””
“On Writing in Iran”
(Continuation of “On Writing”) The callus had formed a long time ago having never had the opportunity to heal. The pressure of every pen and pencil. The physical presence of every written assignment embedded into a small hard mound on my middle finger. In Iran, my teacher believed that the best way to learn aContinue reading ““On Writing in Iran””