
My lips are parched. Like my self. Oozing with a shy blood. . Brutal shears trim blisters inside my head with a slow hand. . I retreat t...
Read MoreMy lips are parched. Like my self. Oozing with a shy blood. . Brutal shears trim blisters inside my head with a slow hand. . I retreat t...
Read MoreTrees are happy here, in the Owen Sound Rocks are happy here, Pallid-blue, pitch-black skies are both happy here Roads, inside the city, and the count...
Read MoreJenny Anglee: You’re living in Canada now, how long have you been there? Saghi Ghahraman: I left Iran on the end of summer 1983, three years ...
Read MoreThere’s a swift shift of the sheets on the bed in the other room . There’s been a heavy allquiet allnight in the other room . There’re footsteps...
Read Moreپوست آهو کشیده به تن Nude Standing, slanted, erect, like trees teasing the wind His unbraided hair linger on shoulderblades, nude he h...
Read MoreI love you fuck the lute with gentle fingers Rub in the lute the seed the song You love the lute with gentle fingers I love you rock the lute in yo...
Read MoreJenny Inglee interviews Saghi Ghahraman Saghi Ghahraman: Blacklisted, but Free Poet and LGBT activist Saghi Ghahraman will never forg...
Read Moreby RASHEED ABOU-ALSAMH in Brasília “At that time, nobody paid attention to what girls did when they got together.”...
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