ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

A funerary tower halfway climbed, the Bedouin on a little motorbike always ahead at the next site, necklaces swinging from his arm the teena...

All day, people washed the body,   stuck it, told it to open wide to ease the pill down the dry throat sometimes it was necessary to t...

September cooling, arguably an understated beginning, leaves   crisped in flight, this must be   the house, how the sun   rampages thro...

Vulnerably thin palm trees at the pool’s edge spew down dead fronds, gunshot birds brown falling at dusk a little rain coming and going, ...

Spread the pages. Who is crying today? Mother lost a son. Father lost three daughters. Child lost both arms. City lost fifty "f...

The wind's harder breathing stuttering the window frame. A limited war. Its limited deaths.            Soon  a few m...

Care of the body was sweet besides there was nothing else. I said are you hungry she seemed angry that she was. If you saw what you had...

the empty, very empty, great empty, and all empty Highest Yoga Tantra Lowspread the live oak leaves rattle money in a cup. Fat whitewin...

White bodied woman at the window of the brick house that rouges a white morning. Come back to bed from th...

Not a language of grief the well rehearsed green chorus bends to one side. A sleek blackbird erupts. Somewhere a chainsaw. Somewhere a leaf ...