exile

Ghosts

Ghosts  (The eternal pain of Exile) On the windswept plains of ancient Pars Ghosts stir from half a century’s slumber: Persian valleys,  blossom-heavy boughs And Khayyam’s whispering, silver streams Persian winds scent Seychelles nights with perfumes from another life Long-forgotten faces, places, and the musky scents of spring Ruffle the calm waters of my island […]

Siren’s Song – taken from ‘Voices’, Glynn Burridge’s selection of Seychelles’ short stories

Siren’s Song – taken from ‘Voices’, Glynn Burridge’s selection of Seychelles’ short stories

It was in the summer of 1977 that I first came to Seychelles on vacation from Iran, where my parents had made their home some seventeen years before. I shall not easily forget how, as a city-dweller, its wild beauty first assailed me and then,  later, sang to me, as might a siren to a […]