Mein gespeicherter Ort 16:09 Moonlight, through the trees' branches, sings its songs of absolute silence on the wet leaves lying on the ground like years ago, million years ago. He comes with his stuff

I dreamed I was teaching the alphabet to some adults. It was like I hadn't done it for so long. Some were excited as if I were teaching them to speak for the first time. "A" I said and they repeated,

With your big lips and your questions about everything I knew from the moment you came in. I knew you had come for my husband. For him. For the one you knew on facebook. For this doctor. This asshole

Next word, next sentence. Is it an image? Seems to be a person, a man, standing in the light, not knowing what his next action must be. He looks out of the shed, it's horrible, he can't see nothing but

Where did the sun go, where's my summer's day? Nothing has changed about the fact that I am adventurous. I just can’t bear things that are not beautiful. I wonder how people listen to television’s shitty

I am Yousuf, O father. O father, my brothers do not love me nor want me among them. They assault me and throw stones and words at me. They want me to die so they can eulogize me. They closed the door of

It seems like yesterday. In the middle of the night, they freed me. What didn’t matter to me was where I was. It was Parkway though. All around me was dark. I heard the sound of water, peacefully passing

Maryam and I bought some dark chocolate and a beautiful little glass with black roses on it and a serpent that had crawled down the edges to the bottom and then when we were drinking its mouth had like…

Maryam and I bought some dark chocolate and a beautiful little glass with black roses on it and a serpent that had crawled down the edges to the bottom and then when we were drinking its mouth had like…

Ali and Nina, morning birds, are having their morning coffee. The silence of the morning, the mellow light of the unseen sun, stretched from behind the fridge to the end of the sitting room, and them,

Dear Steemians here are some photos I got the other day from Siena, Italy. It was a misty and mysterious day. That's my feeling and it lead me to write part of my novel which by the way happens in Iran.

She has always been a spider web to which I stepped ineligible to choose. Paranoid as she was, irresponsible and lazy all she did through her life was finding new pills and drugs for sleeping more and

Fingers on the back, soft and firm in the hair while lips, on the cheeks, in the ears, on the eyelids tongues, on the clit fingers smoothen the pussy lips in the lips of vulva fingers on the back she wants

OK guys! This is another part of my novel. Hope you enjoy it.

My lover walks deliberately through time She's the dream of sun She's the tuck-in of moon She's marooned Basked in the shadows of my love Naked she is Not as an angle But like fire Chain-breaker Seducing

In phonetics laboratory, I hide myself behind the last computer desk at the right end. I can't concentrate. I think of our professor's life. How old is she? About forty? She has got her PhD from Texas

When we get off the cab, he looks at Maryam "Did you read the Howl" he says. She comes to my left so that I can hear her soft sound coming out of her lusty curly lips, through her pearly teeth

Moonlight, through the trees' branches, sings its songs of absolute silence on the wet leaves lying on the ground like years ago, million years ago. He comes with his stuff in his hands: Fruit wooden case,

Hello everybody I'm Amir and I'm from Persia but I live in Siena, Italy. I study Language and Cognition. I'm a novelist and what really matters to me is how people live; their loves, deaths, lives, and