ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

Drink the honey that dripped from your grandfather’s hand. Swallow whole his memories of mountains marking days by ray and shadow. Follow hi...

We laughed when you announced that you’d eaten the abandoned bruised pear: one more food rescue by a Depression-era kid. But now I see your ...

Gather to witness cleansing of blood tomatoes and green peppers, ground beef kneaded wholesome head bowed rice grains studding open cavities...

I am a mutant who inherited a predisposition for casual lying.   My father was an escape artist who could vanish into Oriental carpets.   My...

Driving through the gates Of this sleeping place, We pass potter’s field and turn up the hill Dotted with flat, tipped stones Toward the Arm...

We gather around the gash in the earth Called Dudan/Duda/Yudan Dere To commune with the dead Through time and space By measuring depth with ...

Half-awake in my mother’s arms In a car where it was cool and it was dark. My mother opened her coat and covered me As my father drove home ...