January 10, 2018X
Choosing the lesser evil
is choosing evil
Doing nothing
is always an option
But what kind of nothing, my friend
A blank ballot
A day at the beach
from #57 - Fall 2017
from #57 - Fall 2017
Behzad Molavi
“One night we went through heavy turbulence on a plane to Stockholm. Oxygen masks dropped from above. The old man beside me began mumbling to himself. He was reciting poems as if they were prayers. That’s not why I write poetry, but it’s close enough.”