Jam Hamidi's Writings
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Poem
Feb.15.2013
Now delightfully showered with his devotion I slither closer.
Now I jump from mind to unpreoccupied mind uncovered like her.
He loves me the most here of all holy places, my birthplace, my town.
I open the gate to the carnival seekers bound in a tangle
with lovers' secrets, the darkest corner of lust, the brightest of pain.
To close the circle I gingerly...
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Poem
Dec.21.2012
"I had forgotten,pumping my iron,then falling asleep,unwell and dirty,
the latticeworkof realityzooming into focusfrom far to the close.
Shall I describehow I feel?Or how it appearedafter the first dose?
-After the first dose.
There I was, foggy,making my way home,my time compressedby familiarity.
-And where was she?
She stood at the endof a green...
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Short Story
Nov.20.2012
Sand Doll
Aisha lay in bed looking up at the crack in the plaster. The explosion had woken her up, silly of her to try to turn on the light, there had been no electricity for a week.
Without light time flowed like honey.
“I'm scared.” Mar was standing in the hall, not coming in. She had gotten mad at him for rummaging through her things.
“Ts, ts, come under.” He ran to...
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Poem
Aug.28.2012
I work and I work.My hands wonderfully hurtas I fall deep into sleepthe moment I lie down.
And I dream of nothing.No regrets, no violence.Not in lust, not marryinga bride without a gown.
I say work must be a rightbefore that of free thought,or comfort, or so calledpursuit of happy-idleness.
It frees you from troubadoursthat fill your brain with tunesto pickpocket...
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Poem
Apr.12.2012
So he finally gathered his couragewhich merely fit in a side pocketand ventured south, in haze and heat.
One laden bus after another in wait,the metal of the handlebars porousfrom honest hands, or not, but too beat
to care (among all things) to be this late,the unpredictable motion weavingmusic and laughlines and faces melting
into a buzz, an uncommon smoke...
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Poem
Sep.30.2011
His heart in his mouth,leaden legs, crossed armshe faces the studded door.
Clouds of plaster,exhaled by the poor ceiling,redden with every buttas they reach the floor.
Mariam is bleeding, but stillalive and clinging to his cloak.He's been at this for a while.
"Open up. Let her go.And I'll kill you in honor."It's nearly four-o-clock.
Outside the cell,although he...
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Poem
Sep.16.2011
She gave him a rock and saidLove this! This fistful of sand!Love. He kept that for himself.She was dressed in coloursand they danced in her face,adding, as bright as they were,neither adornment nor scar.
What if I gave you more?This mountain? This streamof diamond water, each dripa uniquely cut gemslowly wading downby all the Shahs who satamidst their loot of war...
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Poem
Sep.04.2011
Here it is. I offer you,every single one of you,my bent kneemy kings and queens.
I solemnly do declarethat my unblemished honor(not mockingly),my death, my deeds
you shall have before your fakeIndian or Chinese bladestouch my shoulderin heaps and heaps.
But I ask if you recallwho was knighted last?The young boy maimedfor his country?
Or the drug infused star?The...
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Aug.11.2011
So I tried to standon the old soap box
but my charm is wrappedin an unfamiliar package
while yours flowsas easy as a smile
and as complicatedas no compromise.
All your storiesof travelling men,
adoring queens, whores,torpor and booze
pale in comparisonto the way you feel
up there, the pointof the electricity
keeling throughthe undulating algae.
I don't want to...
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Poem
Jul.30.2011
Oh Beautiful!
I've heard of you.What could you doto a man of science?
Oh no!What simple linescould you recite,while bending so?
Is melancholythis new to me?My hand will shakeif I just let go.
The video for which it was written:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnXYEf7Y8ew
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About Jam
I live and work in Victoria/Canada. I began writing poetry in my teenage years and kept up with it. I have completed 3 books of fiction and two plays, and working on my third. All are self-published.
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