Kaveh Bassiri

It was the end of the sixth day, horizons ripened from violet shadows to violets of light. One was tired from the height of so much day and the strait of so much night. The air was still violet and scentless, when from Nile’s seaweed cam [...]

Should I have known already the time of his eyes’ formation, the time they began to walk behind me, and the visiting hours of dreams, I don’t know from where . . . Who knew that poets become refugees and tribeswomen suffer [...]

Begin with fear  paradise  around wall  a boyNo begin in the middle my grandmother said a bird in the hand is a shackle’s reaction Polaris forfeiting its memory say if I don’t have it you can’t have it it’s only a prolife [...]