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"N(noon) in miNe, S(seen) in Sarvin" by Sarvin Parviz






Sarvin Parviz (she/her) is an interdisciplinary artist, writer and poet from Tehran. Her work has appeared in Roi Fainéant Literary Press and L’Esprit Magazine. She enjoys bending genres and trying different media. Her focus is on the intersection of diaspora, identity, language and belonging. She was serendipitously introduced to micro-fiction which led her to leave her vocal training and pursuit of opera behind to explore media arts and writing. She is a graduate student in the MFA program at Southern Illinois University (Carbondale)

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