Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
In Tehran, There is no hope, "A living hell" So they say on the TV box and in the pages filled With so many carefully chosen words. Â This is fine, Really, To be expected. I mean, Tehran is not in the United States, And that is just what happens When you are not in … Continue reading In Tehran
Sometimes there is no language Only sound And the space between Not filled with meaning But with joy Or with humor Or with pain Or perhaps With nothing at all An expression of What cannot be expressed. Though the sun shines the blinds hold back the rays and the room is dark. And then there … Continue reading An Expression of What Cannot Be Expressed
