Ali Salehi’s collection of poems, Living on the Slopes of Volcano Mountain, has just been published.
This book, the poet’s first in the English language, includes poems written since 1994. Many of the poems have been selected by the poet from amongst his works published in Persian literature journals and websites. Others are published here for the first time, due to governmental restrictions in Salehi’s native Iran.
The collection includes poems about life, love, dreams and humanity; the small details drawn from everyday living vividly bring them, and Salehi’s voice to life.
Salehi is a petrochemical engineer and poet based in Tehran, Iran, where he lives with his wife, Mahnaz, and two children, Nika and Yuna. He says he tries “to be a poem, not a poet.” His first collection of modern Persian poetry, “Call me by my first name sometimes” was published in Iran in 2004. He is also an amateur caricaturist and musician. You can visit Ali Salehi’s blog (in Persian).
Your bedtime stories and my insomnia will end by a diazepam 100 … The nights have not any remedy.
Even falling did not close my body to freedom not to you … I shall return and review the Free Fall rules in my high school physic books.
I fall out on your lips. I am not Newton and no need to discover your gravitation. I nibble you with peel …
was same as our difference in flight and falling;
Without the colorful wings of hunt excuse mounted on the wall with a pin you have return to your silkworm origin you are cold you are cold… Do you have a loaned shirt for an obsolete butterfly?