PMS

PMS The old man turns the wrench. It spins to open it all. With each turn of the wrench, a screw closes in me. The nerves close one by one. Anger closes and despair still drips. Water pus coming out of the corner of the radiator. Black and rusty drops. Desperation...

In fact, what is not love

In fact, what is not love   تا اکنون که نوبت یوسف در آمد نشان حُسن پیش او می‌دادند. من و برادر کهین که نامش حزن است روی بدان جانب نهادیم، چون آنجا رسیدیم حُسن پیش از آن شده بود که ما دیدیم. ما را بخود راه نمی‌داد، چندان‌که زاری بیش می‌کردیم استغناء او از ما زیادت...

Ophelia; Midnight Bell

Ophelia; Midnight Bell   The woman is waiting, in nightmares. The man is gone. He did not come back. Woman staring at the glass. To the light that has been left behind the windows for the past months. Does not see other windows. Other lights. And he does not see...

They are lying

They are lying   The eyes lie. They are not mirrors. They pretend to be a mirror and everyone believes it. So much so that they said eyes that do not lie. Now, when they lie, no one understands. That sentence is so old that it has become part of the essence. Like...

Someone knows my secret to turn me

Someone knows my secret to turn me   Half silent and half silent. Silence out of the water; Silence in the water. Half the weight of water; Half in the weight of the air. Half in a palpable, visible, sleepy density; Half in invisible compression, rupture,...

Love, isolation and resistance

Love, isolation and resistance   I love dogs, cats, rain and a little sadness. I do not pet dogs and cats and I enjoy getting wet in the rain. When I am embarrassed, I throw myself that way and hide the shame left in my face in any way I can. I love watching my...