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Daniel Rafinejad
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writer, translator, theatrist, teacher, liquorice lover, childless cat person. Dyspraxic, Iranian New Yorker misfit. he/او 🌈☮️🐈‍⬛
Thanks, Wild!
November 7, 2025 at 5:06 AM
Perfect.
October 17, 2025 at 4:42 AM
That's why it's a parody! I think Kael would liked liked Swift, and her review of the ERAS concert film or the SHOWGIRL release party would have been one of her weird raves / snide dismissals.
October 17, 2025 at 12:05 AM
I should get a horse. I'd be very effective on a horse. 🐴
October 14, 2025 at 7:10 PM
That’s what THE PRIME OF MISS JEAN BRODIE is all about. She’s a self-absorbed kook, but her students take her seriously, and one gets killed as a result. It should be required reading. The world really would be much better if people consulted me on it.
October 14, 2025 at 7:09 PM
“When will Daniel Rafinejad finally be done with his book?”
I know. I get that a lot.
September 25, 2025 at 11:51 PM
"Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burdens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue,
Because I would not dull you with my song."
—Shakespeare #poetry
September 10, 2025 at 8:28 PM
“I need to stop backpedaling into the present.
In my old life people would straighten

the truth, but the river
flows in curves…

The distance between me and the mountains
measures an uneven thought: I feel like an orphan.”
—James Masao Mitsui #poetry
September 6, 2025 at 9:20 PM
“But could a dream send up through onion fumes
Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes
And yesterday’s garbage ripening in the hall,
Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms

Even if we were willing to let it in,
Had time to warm it, keep it very clean”
—Gwendolyn Brooks #poetry
September 5, 2025 at 3:45 PM
"To be, in the grass, in the peacefullest time,
Without that monument of cat,
The cat forgotten in the moon;

And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light,
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained;

Then there is nothing to think of."
—Wallace Stevens #poetry
September 1, 2025 at 6:29 PM