Imaginary Roads

Within the boundaries of right and wrong judgment and condemnation adventure and escapism we all have a place we need to find so as not to be captured by another's limited image of us. Author Reza is marking her own page-her temporary place where she stops pauses and ruminates. <i>Mark on the Road</i> presents a collection of her poetry that is emotionally introspective. Even when the moments of rumination cease there are dark spaces within the soul where even the self cannot hide; this is where tangled words creep inside the vines of a sleeping poetic consciousness. <center><i><b>Cultural Weight</b></i>O my country! How bitterly now I remember you!I love my country too-next after all my children.-Euripides<i>I'd like to say I'm one of those Who knows so much about my cultureYet I carry it like a globe across my shouldersWearing down on my chestUntil I breathe the breath of continents.I'd like to know clever ways Of decoding its flaws and assumptions in words Or that I'm part of some lofty group condemned And then lauded for not having a home.</i></center>