Biography
I write poems when that's the only way I can express myself.
NOT A SOUND
not a sound! dark, cold, and quiet my cat lifts his head begging me with his eyes stop fidgeting; I’m trying to sleep he turns around once, steers again and curls up into a ball I lay still he looks so peaceful is he dreaming? is he dreaming about today, yesterday, last month, any time at all? or just remembering images? I think about images not today, yesterday, or the times gone by only images I lay awake not a sound!
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Blog entries by Ziba Mahdavi
BOATS CARRYING THE IMMIGRANTS (28/01/2022)
SOLDIERS OF MERCY (17/01/2022)
A Misplaced World (11/01/2022)
Let me love tomorrow (24/12/2021)
May you find peace (23/12/2021)
Pandemic, May 2021 (22/12/2021)
grotesque men (20/12/2021)
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