Soodabeh Saeidnia was born in Iran (1973) and received her Pharm.D. (1997) from Shahid Beheshti University of Medical Sciences, and also Ph.D. of Pharmacognosy (2002) from Tehran University of Medical Sciences (TUMS), Iran. She has worked as Visiting Researcher and awarded a Foreign Researcher Fellowship to work as a Research Associate both in Kyoto University, Japan (2002-2003 and 2005-2006), as well as Assistant and Associate Professor at TUMS (2007-2015) and Visiting Professor at Saskatchewan University, Canada (2013-2014). She has written roughly 150 scientific papers for various academic journals, as well as academic books and book chapters in both English and Farsi. She is also interested in English literature and poetry, and has published a collection of her poems, Harfhaee- Baraye- Khodam (Words for myself), in the Farsi language. Now, Soodabeh is living in New York and her poems have been published (or a head of publishing) in the American magazines and literary journals including Squawk Back, Sisyphus Quarterly, Paradox, TimBookTu, Bobbling of the Irrational, SPINE, American Writers Journal, Tuck Magazine, La Libertad, Tiny Poetry, Indiana Voice Journal, The Pen, 352 degrees and the Great Weather for Media. A number of her poems have been printed in the books Where the Mind Dwells and American Poet by Eber & Wein Publishing as well as Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze by Johnson Publications and Artistic. A collection of her poems, Street of the Ginkgo Trees is now available online on Amazon. Moreover, she is the editor of a middle eastern anthology by 10 poets, Voice of Monarch Butterflies, that has been recently published. The Year I was Born … When I was born, everything was as it used to be The sun was bigger than the moon and light traveled at a constant, finite speed (186,000 mps if you don't remember) and no one doubted if Armstrong landed on the moon When I was born, war blew as it does now and nobody cared if it was hot or cold! Africa meant hunger Asia meant opportunity (but nothing was made in China) When I was born, there were sweet berries growing on the streets They smelled like happiness and everybody could taste them on the right season That season is now extinct When I was born, blue jays were too blue to be Democrat and red roses were too red to be Republican and nothing was light magenta When I was born, I was supposed to transform into a rainbow butterfly - but as nothing went through the right way- I became a painter who paints everything in gray as it used to be Seeds of Sequoia You, daughter of the Sun A sunflower on the field of my frame of past Who brought you to this far land? You, a castaway frigate on the ocean A sailboat endured typhoons and tides the only remainder, the last Who turned your rudder toward a safe bank? You, a pollen of Sequoia a seed spread by winds of change Who watered your roots by tears of consciousness? You, a young branch of an old oak Never tell anybody who sang for you the melody of the rain during the hot nights of summer and gave you a dream of a cold breeze Micro-poetry #1 If you want to come Into my loneliness Step slowly! It’s crystalline, wholly taken from the finest, translucent emotions #2 Bars in nowhere Sides in no direction and I infinitely wonder Who’s the prisoner? Who’s the jailor? #3 Every day gives birth to a new chance sparkles in your hand Keep your fist tight! Don't let it leak until night
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Ken Allan Dronsfield
7/15/2016 10:56:07 am
all absolutely 'top shelf' pieces for sure. My favorite, Seeds of Sequoia I found delightful.....wonderful poems!
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Soodabeh Saeidnia
7/15/2016 12:21:46 pm
Appreciate dear Ken so very much.
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7/15/2016 04:50:20 pm
One of my favorite poets your beautiful imagery and words are so compelling. I honestly can't say which poem I liked the best
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Soodabeh Saeidnia
7/15/2016 05:54:44 pm
Tamsen, so kind of you to leave such a nice comment. Appreciate indeed.
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