Soodabeh Saeidnia
Soodabeh was born in Iran and received her Pharm.D. and Ph.D. of Pharmacognosy from Tehran University of Medical Sciences (TUMS), Iran. She has worked as a Visiting Researcher and awarded a Foreign Researcher Fellowship to work as a Research Associate in Kyoto University, Japan, as well as Assistant and Associate Professor at TUMS and Visiting Professor at Saskatchewan University, Canada. She has written roughly 150 scientific papers for various academic journals, books and Chapbooks (published by Springer and Elsevier).
She is also interested in literature and poetry, and has published a collection of her poems, “Harfhaee- Baraye- Khodam” (Words for myself, published by Azad University, Tehran) and “A Poem and Three Generations” in Farsi.
Soodabeh is currently living in Kew Gardens, New York. Her English poems have been published in different American, Canadian and British magazines and literary journals including Squawk Back, Sick Lit Magazine, Dying Dahlia Review, Sisyphus Quarterly, Paradox, TimBookTu, Babbling of the Irrational, Scarlet Leaf Review, SPINE, Tuck Magazine, La Libertad, Tiny Poetry, Indiana Voice Journal, and many others. A number of her poems have been printed in the anthologies, The Careless Embrace of the Boneshaker (by great weather for MEDIA), Where the Mind Dwells, American Poet, Dandelion in A Vase of Roses, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze and The Literacy Review NYU, vol.15. She is the author of "Street of the Ginkgo Trees", and the translator and editor of anthologies like "Voice of Monarch Butterflies" (Middle Eastern Anthology by Ten Poets from Ganges to Nile), "Apple Fruits of an Old Oak", and the bilingual anthologies “Where Are You From?”, "Persian Sugar in English Tea Vol I, II, III" in Persian and English.
Her micro-poems are daily updating on her Twitter @SSaeidnia
A number of her poems are routinely posted through her weblog: https://soodabehpoems.wordpress.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/soodabeh.saeidnia
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Poetry and ArtUnfulfillment
she lived an empty life to the fullest and left the world as if never born _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ (Note on the Artwork: A photo…
PoetryPicking Apple from an Oak
I sleep with the sun at night with the moon all day swim in the desert walk across oceans wordless when I should scream…
PhotographyWhen The Real Dread Is Not Enough (Halloween Redux)
Photos taken in Kew Forest, Queens, New York. Click on any image to launch a slideshow. [Editor's Note: These photos were too compelling…
PoetryOne Less Poem
what will happen if I don’t write poems never again no wars will be waged no peace will be broken no justice will linger…
PoetryThe Man I Fell in Love With
used to carry a tote, filled with dead butterflies in each hand his fingers, pinned against the handles and his arms, numb branches of…
Poetryundone
she is a blank canvas loitering on a Gothic style easel how many ghosts of painters needed to finish her shrouded pine trail?
PoetryGive Me a Pen, Give Me a Pencil
Give me a pen and I will break it into three pieces the way P possesses enough of pity, pain, patience and E earns enough of endorsement, equality,…
PoetryRetired
I hang my tired shoes on a power line above the height of tireless hopes not to fall down again not to be worn…
Contributor BlogsWinners of the Poetry Contest, Lockdown Prayers, 2021
https://soodabehpoems.wordpress.com...mOS23IMdQKutp0ONzSycm4PuLhto9bFN7XkBuN8DNpZGo The book is available on amazon:
PoetryThe Day Squirrels Preach
some days, a squirrel jumps up from the oak's branches above the grandma's balcony and tells us how to pour our grief in a…

