Shedding tears, Mother Nature asked if anyone could give her a hand and while all were happy with their dried land, a Son stood up
May 19, 2019 No Comments
Martin Foroz (Mohammad Forouzani) was born on the 30th 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.
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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
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