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Baghdad, Iraq

Baghdad, Iraq

« There you are returning to her once more. You never knew how many times you left and how many times you said you would never go back to her. »  —Sadek Mohammah, Archaeology of Scorched Cities

Baby…
I mean -- Dear…
I mean, Hello!
Yes, hello – this is more appropriate.
I hope you won’t be very sorry—given all that you’ve inflicted upon me—that I abandoned you.
It wasn’t true that I...

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Pollution

The prostitute, at the front of the street
Is gazing at me:
The disastrous face…
The blue clouds…

The prostitute, at the front of the street, approaches
(While I depart-...

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He is alone in the hall,
red cup in hand,
feather hat on head.

Through the window one can see scattered corpses,
knocked down trees
and a handful of rabid dogs
wandering...

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Between the predisposition to the Absolute, and the red walls of the labyrinth, the paths that lead to the meaning vary. And, whether the letter is a sword, a candlestick, or a wall-- the truth is farther...

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Story of (that) time

Story of that time; like tyrants who gargle in the depth ; in the (wood’s quiet) we were, night was in us; maybe we were stars, maybe we carried our clothes to where the river enters....

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Images …images
these are just images,
old images,
new images,
images of youth,
images of old age,
images of the open life
in spite of the ferocity of bullets,
images of the...

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To those days--bombing monuments…
When the soul talked for long to the roar of the truth…

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Procreation of light enlightens a hazy picture of fossilized memory and of panicked horrors of an effaced...

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[Interview performed by Farideh Hassanzadeh]

"The Iraqi roses (poems) flourish today every where in the world."

"Being very abstract, brief and digested poetry could not depict these horrible deeds."...

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The City of Baghdad
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Hurriyah Neighborhood
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Arts inside the Qishla Fortress
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She works meticulously, inserting the tip of the needle into a small gap of wool, looping the yarn around the second needle. Her eyes never blink, they are intently focused as she purses her lips and observes the...

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