ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

Dear APP readers: In this rescheduled Zoom reading, Gregory will read poems from his new book, Sojourners of the In-Between , sponsored by t...

Due to technical issues, this reading was postponed.  Gregory Djanikian, poet and professor, will be reading from his new bo...

There’s an easiness in how the Black River parts around the rocks then comes together almost as itself. Foxes deep among the trees, b...

Suddenly I felt something had been forgotten and I went from cupboard to bed stand to coffee mug and desk to find what I thought had been ...

Now is the time to say something for the animals  felled by gunshot and broadax  cluster bomb and bayonet who have lain curled ...

Click here to hear the sound clip.  Enjoy! There are more poems by Gregory Djanikian posted on the Poetry Foundations website, and they ca...

When you know a poem by heart, that poem is in the body.   It is there when you are walking down the street, or standing in a shower, or w...

As if in a dream, you suddenly find yourself walking in a still country of snow and moon and trees, cold and uncomfortable, blind...

I've walked into the house, I'm trying to put my finger on it. Maybe it's how things have been reshuffled, the rugs, the ...

And what if the soldiers came shouting and clattering, pulling you out of your house for the journey which had no clear destination...

Then one day we will find ourselves standing near a river the sound of purling water reminding us of our first incitements. Y...

“I feel that poetry is a communication between people on the most intense level, even if it’s only between two people, wr...

Memory is useless if none of us remembers the same things. -- Bruce Murphy If Anoush were holding her child and watching the sheep  ...

http://media.sas.upenn.edu/writershouse/podcasts/Kelly-Writers-House-Podcast_08_Djanikian.mp3 Click on the link to hear this outstanding p...

Something about a hundred windows lit up like a ship's upper decks, something about the weed trees tossing like water below and th...

               Alexandria, 1954 It had happened on a small Cairo street, the shops smelling of dark leather, the hookah parlors spilling...

Click here to hear the audio clip When I first saw snow read by Gregory Djanikian. Tarrytown, N.Y. Bing Crosby was singing "White Chri...

You are sitting in Mrs. Caldera’s kitchen, you are sipping a glass of lemonade and trying not to be too curious about the box of plastic hum...

Gregory Djanikian will be in California to read from his new collection of poetry, So I Will Till The Ground , at the Glendale Public Librar...

Uncle Hagop was grilling kebab in the fireplace, sitting on a crate, basting each morsel of lamb with yogurt and oil. "Thi...