Prose
UNTITLED 2.0.
Instead of picking my garden for weeds, I have plucked the insatiable ones, the littlest-flowering ones, the ones winking blue; I've dropped them into a mason jar and I let them cross-pollinate and I planted them, and I spun around, idiotically enchanted as I scooped the falling rain into plastic bags.
By Ella Bogdanova3 months ago in Poets
Even Silence Has Wings
As I slowly opened my eyes, the world around me dissolved into a canvas of pale light, a blankness that seemed to stretch on forever. I blinked, and with each flutter of my lids, the void sharpened into shapes, like a watercolor painting taking form. A figure took hold at the periphery of my visional bird, silent and still, watching me with an unblinking gaze.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
The Reign of King Jamshid and Zahhak the Serpent-Shouldered
The Legend of King Jamshid — The Second Part of the Shahnameh After the death of King Tahmuras, his son Jamshid ascended the throne. Not only humans, but even the fairies and demons accepted Jamshid as their king. At the dawn of his reign, Jamshid was proud and confident, yet over time, he devoted himself more deeply to the prosperity of his kingdom. With the sacred fire that had been discovered before him and the iron drawn from the mountains, he and his people forged weapons, crafted shining armor, and for the first time in history, they made armor for their horses to protect them in battle. From the threads they spun, they wove beautiful carpets and garments finer than any seen in the world. For fifty years, Jamshid labored to build and perfect these wonders.
By ALI ABBASI3 months ago in Poets
