Alan P. Akmakjian: Euthanasia

God is now
living in a city


a quiet little city beneath
the flesh of


a white haired doctor
a man who speaks


Armenian




This poem appeared in the Spring 1993 issue of Ararat.

Alan P Akmakjian: You've been away

I am desert heat
sand
thrown upon paper
medz mayrik

dusty film on
a rose
red grows darkness
my days

below your gravestone
treading moonlit
pages of water

I do not wake



This poem has appeared in Ararat, Autumn 1991.

Alan P Akmakjian: Oud from Beyond the Blue

George
Mgrdichian
fingers
play

as
if
an
angel
is

petting
his
beating
heart


Copyright Alan Akmakjian. This poem has appeared in Ararat, Spring 1995.