Majid Naficy: The Signs of My Mother
Oh high moon! What are you waiting for? Follow your path quickly And carry my message to Isfahan From the window of my bedroom. My mother is still awake And … Continue reading
June 14, 2018 · Leave a comment
Majid Naficy: In the Spice Bazaar of Isfahan
Today I go to the spice-sellers’ lot with my mother So that once more I can look at specks of the sun Pouring down from a skylight into the dark … Continue reading
December 24, 2017 · 4 Comments
