I write if only to stir faint memories of flight in these wing-bound birds, to open the cage of the heart for a moment trapped without words. For how can one not faint for these women, beaten so brutally? How can one not fear for them, suffering such tyrannical cruelty. Mahvash Sabet, ‘The Perfume of Poetry’, Prison Poems, p. 32 A woman sits in her prison cell in Iran, poetry … [Read more...] about The Prison Poet is Heard