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Majid Naficy: Khomeini’s Visit

My father never told us
That Khomeini had visited him
For medical treatment many years ago

July 6, 2021 · 13 Comments

Majid Naficy: The Engraver

You put on your eyeglasses
And read me your daughter’s will
Word by word.

June 17, 2021 · 1 Comment

Majid Naficy: Little Armenia

The city remained apart from you
Lying beyond Zaiandeh River.
Only poets of midnight
Knocked at the door of your taverns…

April 27, 2021 · 3 Comments

Majid Naficy: Billie Holiday

I walk gently on the skin of the sea.
A wandering wind wraps around our bodies
And an albatross opens its wings on our shoulders.

March 9, 2021 · 1 Comment

Majid Naficy: Seven Poems During Trump

You are that apple worm which overnight
Grew into a bloodthirsty dragon
Like Haftvad’s worm in the “Ardashir Chronicles”.

January 20, 2021 · 2 Comments

Majid Naficy: Seven Sacred Songs

There is a footstep
And the light of a lantern.
I hide myself beneath an old blanket
And become filled with the aroma of wheat.

December 27, 2020 · 5 Comments

Majid Naficy: Censoring Love

Suddenly, I remember Ezzat
Who was shot in Evin Prison
And buried in the Cemetery of the Infidels
In a mass grave without any gravestones.

November 24, 2020 · 2 Comments

Majid Naficy: Fatherly Advice

Live every moment of your life
As if you are just born

September 15, 2020 · 3 Comments

Majid Naficy: Under One Umbrella

The geese do not fit in one pond
The seagulls on one lookout
Nor you and I under one umbrella.

June 13, 2020 · 2 Comments

Video: Lunch Time

A 16-year-old Iranian girl has been notified by the local morgue to identify her mother’s body. Over the course of the next 15 minutes, this painful task proves to be more difficult than we could have ever imagined in Alireza Ghasemi’s engrossing and humanist portrait “Lunch Time.”

April 12, 2020 · 3 Comments

Majid Naficy: Morning Blend

Every morning my love
Brings me a cup of coffee
With a piece of dark chocolate.

April 7, 2020 · 1 Comment

Majid Naficy: Corpse of the Revolution

I do not wait for poetry
But go in search of it
Because my wings are broken
And I am left far from my nest…

March 10, 2020 · 1 Comment

Majid Naficy: I Have Become a Resting Place

And my mother, who at her death
Called out to her sister Ozra,
Has not yet let go of
My own sister’s hand.

January 9, 2020 · 1 Comment

Majid Naficy: George Habash Sandwich

We returned from a Trump protest
And wanted to walk in Golden Gate Park.
We stopped at a sandwich shop
Which smelled like Tehran.

November 19, 2019 · Leave a comment

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