ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

Click here to hear the poet reading his poem 10, 9, 8, 7, 6 … so many things are tough to fix— love-lives and people, politics. Me? On ...

Too grizzled now to play the wunderkind, too apt to sit where I have often sat, I, Aaron Vaughn Poochigian, now that my nose has thickene...

Leap Niagara, ask a Mountie where they keep the joie de vivre, then cruise down to Orange County, surf the curl and smoke some reefer. R...

Meet her at Grand Central Station and walk her down under the bridge where the wild kids play in the street all day and your neighbor, ...

When Mister Right has strayed so far you hate him, pluck a winter leek from peat-rich soil and eat the stalk before you go to bed. Spit th...

Election Night. A Walmart parking lot. A green fog off the half-drained reservoir had jumped the fence to breed with puffs of pot issuing...

First a gunshot then the sirens murdering sleep at three a.m. Beyond the sill an urban gulf and fear greater than for oneself. There is no w...

Aaron Poochigian Aaron Poochigian earned a PhD in Classics from the University of Minnesota in 2006 and an MFA in Poetry from Columbia ...

Click to hear the audio segment Aaron Poochigian - photo by Khatchik Turabian ALMS TO THE STARVING PEOPLE. “There is famine...

AARON POOCHIGIAN was born in 1973. He attended Moorhead State University from 1991 to 1996 where he studied under the poets Dave Mason, Alan...

Because he was as hard to handle As truth, which we equate with light, Go somewhere dark and hold a candle For Alan Sullivan tonight. This p...

Nothing was an heirloom. We had none, But a cause cherished like a vintage gun Hung there: why goatherds in a mountain town Had dug pits ...

In Memoriam: Vaughn Bedros Poochigian, 1909—1996 From Midway over plains, divides, and basins On smaller jets destined for shorter flight...