FARZANEH DORRI

INTERSECTION OF ART AND HISTORY.

A place

 at the intersection of

art and history

where the sands of

 time

 never cease to ripple

 and life peeks through

 each window

to sprout

 where stories are

 sailing away

atop the curling

cresting

 waves of change.

 THE DESERT LAND

Whispered words,

 fall and gather,

 like rain,

 in the cracks and

 crevices

 of a parched mind;

too few:

fade into the dust

like a fleeting caress

too many:

 erode the crumbling

soil

in a desperate flood.

Weary

of both drought and

deluge,

this desert land waits

 for the gentle

persistence

of spring.

THE MEDIA

I’m not lured by your

shallow vast ocean,

 which will vanish into

 thin air

 with some rays of the sun.

I have my

unfathomable

growing well

hidden in the desert:

 I have sweat

I have wept

I have bled I have shed

 I have lost I have shared

 I have loved

I have died

for every inch of it.