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FERESHTEH SHOLEVAR : A Post Card From A War Zone
FERESHTEH SHOLEVAR : Sky Burial

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FERESHTEH SHOLEVAR
A Post Card From A War Zone

There’s no sky, only moon and stars, nights are not silent, and love is a short voyage between strangers. Waters are turquoise-blue, scenery is dream-like, the sunlight roams in our hair, and the mystic moon awakens our sleepy passions. Food is exotic; fried eggplants spiced with mint, basil, tomatoes and saffron with rice, and water melon juice, and fig pies. The aroma is heavenly and prices are reasonable. Except for the roads: corpses block our way and their stench stays with us. I can’t forget the child trying to wake her dead mother with a crumbled bouquets of red flowers. Searching eyes, the moaning voices, the unfinished smile of an orphan child, and scattered body parts in the yellow meadows travel with me where ever I go.

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FERESHTEH SHOLEVAR 
Sky Burial

The Good Caretaker robust and angel-faced was paid luxuriously well to bury the pilgrims who lost their lives on the long journey towards the last temples of God in the mountain heights. The road lured their footsteps misty and dim was the destination when lanterns were blown in the seasonal winds But, devil moon was a regular visitor after the resurrection of darkness. Death was always marching on life limping behind pleading and screaming; but death, in front of the seekers’ caravan, remained stolid and mute. There were complaints from the city dwellers who lived down the hills under the ruins of the sun “Birds throw body parts flying over their skies. “They stain our sweet dreams.” The Good Caretaker would cut corpses into pieces smash them with an axe and feed the ravenous birds; circling over. “Corpses will satisfy these creatures better to be buried inside their rounds and freed from their earthly bounds.

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FERESHTEH SHOLEVAR immigrated to Germany and then USA in 1978. She received a Master’s degree in Creative Writing at Rosemont College, Pa. She has written six books of poetry and a novel.

FERESHTEH SHOLEVAR writes in English, in German, French and Farsi. She won a few awards for the best poem; editor’s choice, in Philadelphia Poets magazine in 2011, PA Poetry Society’s s in 2004 and the John and Rose Petracca Award of Philadelphia Poets Magazine 2014.


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