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Martin Foroz (Mohammad Forouzani) was born on the 30^th of December 1964 in Tehran, Iran. He holds BA and MA degrees in English Literature and a Ph.D. degree in TEFL. He has been working as assistant professor of English Language and Literature at the University of Nizwa, Oman, since 2014.In the past 19 years, he has been teaching and supervising theses in both fields, but his literary and philosophical bends formed his poetic sense much earlier- at the beginning of secondary school. He insatiably read Persian Literature (his first language) and wrote poems and pieces of prose since he was in high school. His first collection of Persian poems under the title Khaste-tar az zaman (More Tired Than Time) was published in 1997 when he was a Lecturer of English.

The metal carrier of my unfortunate fortunes moves smoothly to Cashier on its capitalistic wheels; It knows nothing of its full share of subsequent misfortunes

May 15, 2019 No Comments

https://martinforoz.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/Out-Inside-By-Martin-Foroz.mp4#t=2 Out Inside is not a sequel to my first collection Inside Out. Through a spectrum of feelings, incidents, shocks, hopes, dismay, sublime and bathos,

May 3, 2019 No Comments

https://martinforoz.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/Out-Inside-By-Martin-Foroz.mp4 I am happy to share some news with you. One of my in-press books is published. This one is my second collection of poems

April 30, 2019 2 Comments

It was God’s only close friend— sitting near me, imposing a sweet uneasiness; And then my heart: trying to mend the fluttering situation of its

April 29, 2019 No Comments

It was me, the reverse in Self-esteem— daring not to face the real ”I”. It was me, turning my back selfishly— to not see the

April 27, 2019 No Comments

Suspended from Reality, flown by the unknown emotion, of his own passion, he was now a detainee. For his felt imprisonment, he had no solution.

April 24, 2019 No Comments

Standing on and surrounded by the Blood of Liberty, Heaven was waiting for her while it was blooming; And the moon was shining through the

April 19, 2019 No Comments

(High) He was high— higher than the rock he was standing on, close to the sun: flying like a phantom for the freedom which was

April 14, 2019 No Comments

If the spell is broken, there remains no genuine life; Machines and robots rule in rife; No hands to reach the sky, No moon in

April 11, 2019 No Comments