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Majid Naficy: Empty House

Every Wednesday since Mother’s death Four sisters get together In their empty childhood home To share memories And make a plan for the house: Should they sell to developers For … Continue reading

January 13, 2018 · 1 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 · 2 Comments

Majid Naficy: First Snow

Mother stands by the window And looks at the falling snow. It is the first snow fall On Father‘s grave. She has wrapped herself In a red blanket And leaned … Continue reading

December 7, 2017 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: Ezzat’s Last Will

The Will Room in Evin Prison Has two ways out. Alas! One cannot take both. Thus, she writes that life Is beautiful and desirable And puts down the date of … Continue reading

October 26, 2017 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: Hat in the Wind

Oh, wind! Where are you taking my hat? I will follow you Beyond this foggy bay Beyond these Pacific waters And in the bosom of my homeland I will find … Continue reading

June 29, 2017 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: Conquering the Garden

Larks do not send troops As noisy crows do And have better ways To conquer the garden. In a respite between two storms They come out of their shelters And … Continue reading

June 3, 2017 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: Grandma in Santa Monica

“Do you live alone?” “No! I am living with God” Up there: one, two, three In a room filled with scents of spices And the familiar sound of bubbling soup. … Continue reading

May 14, 2017 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: Empty Bed

At midnight I wake up To the sound of a voice: “Change the battery! Change the battery!” Is my son coughing From his asthma Or asking for water At his … Continue reading

April 11, 2017 · 1 Comment

Majid Naficy: A Nowruz Card to Evin Prison

Aha! That’s the one I want: A simple Nowruz* card With raised and golden margins, The design of a narcissus flower, The scent of Georgian biscuits And “May spring be … Continue reading

March 21, 2017 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: To Mexican Immigrants

That weekend, on Fourth Street Where the No. One meets the Nine, It was only I Who brought the two lines together. The line going downtown Carried sleepy immigrant men … Continue reading

March 9, 2017 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: Truth and Falsehood

I read in Egyption papyruses That Truth and Falsehood were brothers. One day Truth borrowed Falsehood’s dagger But lost it by misfortune. Falsehood took the case to court, Claimed the … Continue reading

February 7, 2017 · Leave a comment

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