ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

1.    Morning The yellow roses are hanging from the century’s old iron gratings and wood beams where dozens of birds – sittin...

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On Tuesday, July 14, 2015, 6:30pm Poets Claire J. Baker, Kosrof Chantikian, Peter Hensel  and Cynthia Sims will read their p...

I enter the small cafe in the early morning rain falling lightly huddled together a dozen Greek men smoking their interminable cigaret...

the life of the tree, the heart of the tree the tree of silence where language is without words because words are for us and yet ...

Click here for the audio clip of the poem On Death read by Lola Koundakjian. a few days ago at dinner you confessed your uncertainties your...

I have come alone have nothing in my hands to destroy you only my eyes to see you I want to learn to know how you exist the old woman in the...

And when the woman very beautiful came home came home from the moon from the stars the lost holy places what could I say? O! your fac...

in the early morning a thick fog lays on top of the tall redwoods and pine the color of mist before the dawn a faint white light and a littl...

in the afternoon of a day when a child speaks & her voice paints sleep with the alphabet of laughter I come to where you are to the sky&...

when your eyes had deciphered the language of sleep had become like the dark soil of Lake Van where you were born you fled Asia Minor to sta...

Click to hear the audio clip What we don't know -- a conversation in the Scottish Highlands (Summer 2003) , read by Lola Koundakjian. Th...