WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022

©®| All rights to the content of this journal remain with WordCity Literary Journal and its contributing artists. Table of Contents Letter from the Editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack Every so often, we leave our theme open to whatever may be on the minds and hearts (and also in the files) of writers and poets aroundContinue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. July 2022”

Powdery Wings. fiction by Mansour Noorbakhsh

Powdery Wings Perhaps, I have already told you that some years ago I used to work in a small factory located in the south of Tehran. It was close to a large oil refinery plant, and a large cemetery, too. My home was uptown, in a wealthy neighborhood. Unfortunately, the neighborhood of that small factoryContinue reading “Powdery Wings. fiction by Mansour Noorbakhsh”

along the glass door. a poem by Mansour Noorbakhsh

along the glass door this poem is supposed to talk about your character but i don’t know you much it’s not true too if i say i don’t know you, since i know how much you have changed me if it talks about changes you made to me thus, it speaks about you let itContinue reading “along the glass door. a poem by Mansour Noorbakhsh”

Reskinned Moloch. a poem by Mansour Noorbakhsh

Reskinned Moloch To: Ukrainian children after Russian invasion has raised again his shadow with opened arms to burn the children, though has changed, reskinned, this time his arms are open to embrace the world, Ukraine, Europe … what else would be the next? perhaps still I am an immature child who dreams maturity of aContinue reading “Reskinned Moloch. a poem by Mansour Noorbakhsh”

And Still Burning. fiction by Mansour Noorbakhsh

And Still Burning We — my colleague, and I —were in Rome, Italy, in the mid 90s. We had travelled there as the engineering team of an Iranian project to work with the vendor. The Iran-Iraq war had ended and some industrial projects had been re-started in Iran. As soon as we arrived and wereContinue reading “And Still Burning. fiction by Mansour Noorbakhsh”

2 Poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh

Meet After: Requiem by Anna Akhmatova I will never forget you I cannot although I know you will not come back, and I will not see you again.   Where did you die? I don’t know. Hanged up in a prison or killed in a war?   I never believed the news that said youContinue reading “2 Poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh”

3 Poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh

Jan. 8th (To 167 passengers and 9 crews perished in flight 752 Tehran on 8th of January 2020)   And still I am waiting for something to happen somewhere without knowing what and how.   One year has passed since the downing of Flight PS752, and still cruel politicians are spending millions to protect themselvesContinue reading “3 Poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh”

a poem for this very place. this very day. 2 poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh

a poem for this very place and this very day (In protest of the law restricting Internet access and cyberspace in Iran) and who knows how many times every day i come to visit this “electronic” virtual page. and I look again and again. i look at the screenshots of a book you’ve posted orContinue reading “a poem for this very place. this very day. 2 poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh”

Amen. Cracked Skin Pomegranates. 2 poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh

Amen Long time ago, once the star war started.  I quit beholding the sky, Moon  and planets around it, and in silence  uttered a dreaming heaven     Rain for me and sea for you  I fled with burning feathers. Am I afraid of falling in love?  What about you?  Choose either absurdity or pain.  Live without anyContinue reading “Amen. Cracked Skin Pomegranates. 2 poems by Mansour Noorbakhsh”