Some days I forget how immediate the beauty of this world is. I thank the spirits like Mojgani for reminding me how simple and evident that wonder is, if only we remain open to it. For all the pain, something still survives. Celebrate it. Now Share this:
I smoke cigarettes when people die Or when they get married Or when they are born It makes no sense Me sucking in the thing That might kill me As so much living passes me by Sense remains my illusion And order in all things a mirage The ones we love keep on dying And …
saudade i smell your fear i taste your desire i feel the pain of what has not yet happened i see you seeing me i feel your presence in your absence i build a city of blindness and the moon barks at a dog asleep i grow younger the days pass each other, cabs collide …
Within the spoken word/slam community, Anis Mojgani whispers possibility across the crossfire, the hope above a burning sea of living every day. Humor, compassion, respect all abide. Anis Mojgani treads a rare, subtle, soft, yet compelling path going against the group of so many shouters slamming against the obvious. Share this: