Severed Like The Red Moon
….Of course now I don’t remember what I dreamed. I just remember a picture. It was a picture of me. It was in my hand. It was six by four. But I think they had crumpled it. Or I had been crushing it in my fist. It had been covered with lines, red lines, red streaks. Just like the time that I saw my face in the bathroom, that same first time I had a nosebleed. That’s why I wished the lines would turn white or at least that I would be able to close my fist again. It didn’t work. I think the picture was stuck in my palm and my fingers remained stiff. In the picture my mouth was open, wide open. There wasn’t even one tooth in my mouth. I think I was sitting next to a water canal, or a river. But I was only seeing the surface of the water, the tranquil, waveless surface and the moon that remained huge and red on the motionless surface of the water, just like a cut-off head from which blood trickled….
From Portrait of an Innocent IV by Houshang Golshiri,
Translated by Alyssa Gabbay/ Heshmat Moayyad
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released October 3, 2025
Music by Siavash Amini based on an Early Iranian Piano Recording
Mastered by Lawrence English at Negative Space
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