MR. NOBODY LISTENING TO HIS OWN STORY AT THE COURT OF KING ALCINOUS
"Exit of Shirin and Farhad " by Babek Kazemi by Golan Haji, translated from the Arabic by Golan Haji & Stephen Watts White olive flowers, poking from scorched trunks, I smell them in the moonlight. It’s mid-May. I hear the tender slap of your hand against its lower branches, that glimmer in the orchard night, their silver leaves rippledby the breeze across their sheen of dust, An owl flutters up–your son nurtured it like a tiny grouse in a guest-room, it lives camouflaged like you, the door of its cage open, its eyes yellow as narcissus eyes, it will fly off tomorrow, in the dead of day, to