ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

Ambert, round towers black fortress remains battlements cast down dressed stones scattered chunks broken off walls      gaping breaches And...

Entering the Arpa Valley A faded sign “BISTRO” C omley with thick shins and petite feet in blue shoes She was selling white yoghurt by the ...

Michael E. Stone, an emeritus professor of Armenology in Jerusalem, Israel, has shared this original work. APP thanks him. Cedared Memory ...

Halcyon days, purple days, with blue days of my woe. Chalk cliffs fruit trees, church on a hill. Neolithic stone fire circle, Hrazdan gorge....

Poets once wrote about bowers. I don't believe we ever sat in one except in Armenia at the foot of Mt. Aragatz. That bo...

The land has put on winter. The poplars are naked. Rounded mountain tops snow white, peek above black ploughed fields on rolling hill...

It was a mixed grill of Genocide centennial, manuscripts, friends, my glad thanks to those lovers of the treasures...

The pavement is wet from the hose The sun gets through the barriers outer window, bars, inner window The day’s potential is the da...

On the peak of Massis, Under snow, cloud-crowned, since antiquity sits a spirit of past-present, guarding the gopher wood, and pitch of th...

Do I have anything to say these days? Long together and now apart, gone. My state so common that each lives it yet mine is ...

Here we go round the mulberry bush So quoth T.S. Eliot but it's a tree, not a bush, grand, spreading, broad-leafed. At the bottom of the...

A parchment lampshade, adorned with a peacock preening between two fruit trees as in the Garden. Immortality's s...