[hither-thither]

There are the Spokenword poets, and then there is Anis Mojgani.

I don’t know how he does his thing - his play of words. His poems are always such a delight – that is whether I can decode it or not. He conveys an event by arranging the words so beautifully that it makes me feel like as if just a change of tone or a coma or a full stop would screw it all up and it won’t feel Anis Mojgani anymore.

Even his book’s dedication reads like a poem:

“for the magnolias of new Orleans

the honeysuckle on my grandparents’ walls,

and for sarah who helped find me

on days I wanted to stay lost”

I just adore him and his poems.