ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

This happened let no one deny it. You took us from our homes our schools, our churches dragged us from our seminaries our hospitals, d...

Someday all poems will have to be about shootings and killing sprees It seems that's all that happens these days and if we do not cha...

50+4 The first birthday I can recall was fifty years ago today It’s my first memory I was four I remember the game “Kerplunk” and a...

Tins of Dust They say you should change your spices every year or they lose potency and aroma but in the back of my spice cabinet behind the...

Words were not just words in my father’s house they had weight and character and were not to be placed on a page thoughtlessly. He t...

I remember that summer when we were so careful watching every car wondering if it was him, waiting to hear who the next victim would be...