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My Mother’s Mother | Saghi Ghahraman

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August 28, 2011. She is my mother’s mother. Prancing around, she used to tower over me. Lying in bed in her bed now I bend over her. Flat on her back she looks fat. Her long hair wraps round her neck in a sweaty bunch. She is tiny, very thin. Blended with the pillow, blanket, the pallet, she is an attraction from hell. I am a grown woman, her daughter’s daughter,. But a kind of a seen-it-all. I sit at the foot of her bed,. Her foot, I grab. Her toes, I lick kiss caress. She sigh.s: aaai. I smile at her.

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Minister of Labor doesn’t cum | Saghi Ghahraman

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Minister of Labor doesn’t cum. August 28, 2011. Minister of Labor does not cum. Painstakingly, I come twice. The Minister does not cum,. My hands are useless. I feel like shit. It’s I who pays for condoms,. And he is the one who’s using them, disposing the used. On the ground,. Oh, I cry. Is the ground, to my left. This is the sky,. I’m wearing my whitish skin. Rip the skin, I’m red underneath. I Am White Again All Ivory Bones. Who’s got lips luscious and chic. Hold me in your arms. As if I’m a tree.

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August | 2011 | Saghi Ghahraman

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Archive for August, 2011. Building my Homes on. August 28, 2011. My Mother’s Mother on. August 28, 2011. Is Isn’t on. August 28, 2011. Minister of Labor doesn’t cum on. August 28, 2011. Love and The Lute on. August 28, 2011. August 28, 2011. Happy Owen Sound on. August 28, 2011. Laquo; Older Entries. 3999 Mission Boulevard,. San Diego CA 92109. 1 pm - 11 pm. Essays Interviews - English. Essays Interviews – English. Essays Interviews - Farsi. But When You're Lonely, It's Painful To Be A Cow.

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Love and The Lute | Saghi Ghahraman

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Love and The Lute. August 28, 2011. I 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 your arms you lay the lute on your legs. You’re the gashed mother the fucker the father the baby the song. You’re the song that’s how you sing it. There is a difference between and between and in-between there is. When you stop between the now and the here. When you get up. When you walk away away when you walk. You are com...

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Nude | Saghi Ghahraman

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August 28, 2011. Nude پوست آهو کشیده به تن. Standing slanting erect like trees teasing the wind. His unbraided hair linger on shoulder blades. He has pulled deer skin over his flesh. ایستاده، خیال می کنم، اما همین فقط ایستاده، اما به ناز. Leaning his temple on the wall. Splashed on his skin. He tips with the tip of the toes the pillow not fallen on the foot of. The bed in this room which is not a bedroom but a café. Where I sleep at nights with all the beer. And gaze at his skin at him. زیر لایه های لباس.

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March | 2010 | Saghi Ghahraman

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Archive for March, 2010. March 6, 2010. March 6, 2010. 3999 Mission Boulevard,. San Diego CA 92109. 1 pm - 11 pm. Essays Interviews - English. Essays Interviews – English. Essays Interviews - Farsi. But When You're Lonely, It's Painful To Be A Cow. It's My Own Hand Reaching into My Own Self. Saghi Ghahraman. That's It. The Whore Is The Saviour. Clip – I hang myself. Fleeing the streets of Tehran. Gay refugees in Turkey. Hundred gays in Iran. Iran shuts down leading newspaper. Saghi Ghahraman by Aria Fani.

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Is Isn’t | Saghi Ghahraman

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August 28, 2011. The dead don’t breathe when you pass your hand over the dead body. Its chill, when chill settles in your fingers, doesn’t settle. Dead eyes do not wander for the hand passing over her skin. While open, dead eyes stare dead, when shut, remain dead shut. Dead body doesn’t touch her self, keeps her hand from caressing the self or the dirt. When I die I caress not. Will not wait for footsteps coming from afar, or behind. This nothingness heavier then anything is the being-dead. NoT is what Is.

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Happy Owen Sound | Saghi Ghahraman

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August 28, 2011. Trees are happy here, I have asked. Rocks are happy here, I have asked. Pallid-blue, pitch-black skies are both happy here. Roads, inside the city , and the country-roads, Whirling. Dervishes of the west, not quiet tipsy but very happy here. Birds are happy, they have their share of the nectar. Cats are pretty happy, although they don’t care to admit. The sun is happy, even her glare is joyful. Stars are happy, no competition with night-lights. I have asked many many people. She says her...

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My Self | Saghi Ghahraman

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Saghi Ghahraman is a counterrevolutionary figure known for promoting immoral issues , according to an Iranian Ministry of Culture official. IRQO’s online monthly magazine. She coordinates Gilgamishaan Publications. Saghi Ghahraman’s Farsi Publication include The Whore is the Saviour. Saghi Ghahraman. That’s All. And When You Are Lonely, It Is Painful to Be Cow. Saghi Ghahraman’s poetry strips the words to liberate sexuality that lies beneath, and to celebrate an unveiled body free to choose how to identi...