“In life, there are brief and momentary opportunities that ask us to assert our existence. Although a creative impulse, they can be destructive, because they make us veer away from our normal patterns and habits. Life is compelling us to take these small acts of rebellion so we can go beyond the edges of ourselves, and by doing so, we end up rediscovering ourselves. These moments are a great reminder that, like all other animals, we are, and will always be, wild.”

—Kamand Kojouri

Haiku for George Floyd

I wrote my first haiku in honour of #GeorgeFloyd. Inspired by the beautiful poems by Paul Laurence Dunbar & Dr Maya Angelou. Also, the iris plant is named after the goddess of rainbow, referring to the “wide variety of flower colours found among the species.”

#BlackLivesMatter

“Spring irises bloom.
The caged bird no longer sings—
a knee on his throat.”

 

—Kamand Kojouri

It Is a Strange Time, My Dear

“It is a strange time, my dear.
A novel virus haunts our streets.
Days feel like weeks,
weeks like months.
We’re blasted with new news every second—
yes and then no and then yes and no,
feeding our primal panic
to hoard goods and leave shelves
breadless, riceless.
They tell us the pandemic
makes all equal—the poor and very rich—
then why are the poor poorer
and the rich profiting?

It is a strange time, my dear.
Army men are marching our streets.
They force us to stay inside,
threaten and arrest
for a walk in the park.
They wage small wars against us,
but this battle began long ago.
The elite technocrats are crowing
in their silicone valleys
as corporations grow
and small businesses fold
with mountains of debt—
the centre cannot, will not, hold!

It is a strange time, my dear.
Mainstream media reports
the world has never been safer
as they terrorise the chambers
of our minds.
This stress, this anxiety
is killing our immunity.
But we must do it all for the elderly—
or so they say!
When have they ever cared for our elders?
When have they ever cared for our vulnerable?
We go to bed dreaming of toilet paper
while they dismantle the world economy.
Family businesses go bust
all so we can protect the people,
but only the people are suffering!
At the end of this, those retired
will have peanuts for pensions.
They are stripping us of everything
whilst our eyes are fixed on our screens.
And how dare we say it’s a strange time
when
in seven months
we’ll make America
great again.”

Kamand Kojouri

My New Book ‘God, Does Humanity Exist?’ Is Out Today!

My new poetry collection God, Does Humanity Exist? is available in Paperback and eBook formats on all Amazon sites.

Click here to purchase a copy.

Click here for a video about the book.

I will be donating the royalties of my book to children living in poverty in Iran. And, like my previous book, with every copy sold (paperback or ebook) one tree will be planted in Sub-Saharan Africa.
#kamandkojouri #GodDoesHumanityExist

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IN MEMORIAM: FLIGHT 752

“I try to envisage the passengers
seated in neat rows.
Everyone knows the real danger
is at take-off and landing,
but after an hour delay,
their plane was soaring. Relieved,
they whispered prayers, dreaming
of families and friends at arrival gates
clutching coffee cups and bouquets.
I like to think it was calm,
the plane blanketed by the dark’s caress.
Cellphones put away,
the cabin lights dimmed,
babies cooing in cots,
and refreshments on their way.
176 hearts beating in one narrow womb.
Closer to the heavens,
I know their journey was short—
earth angels for a while
who were returning home.”

—Kamand Kojouri

I Refuse the Definitions of Love

“I refuse the definitions of love ⁣
in dictionaries and philosophy,⁣
for today I know love.⁣
I had sought you for years, ⁣
but find that you were always the seeker⁣
and I the sought. ⁣
I suddenly appeared ⁣
reverent before you⁣
to bear witness to your beauty, ⁣
to dance in your silky attention,⁣
but you were always my wild destiny, ⁣
my heart’s pilgrimage—⁣
the meeting place of all my joy⁣
and self-forgetting.⁣
When I first loved you, ⁣
life for me had just begun.⁣
I look forward to so much with you—⁣
our togetherness in a world of wounds, ⁣
our children awaiting birth.⁣
I look forward to so much life with you, ⁣
and yet, I am perfectly content ⁣
with this moment here.⁣
It matters not to me if I die ⁣
before finishing this poem,⁣
for today I know love.⁣
For today,⁣
I am free.”

Kamand Kojouri