ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

Her eyes and the lake are his memories, cobalt images of clarity and purity, running deep. It was in this cove where the black spotted...

This is how it used to be with him and his lover, she taught him a new song every morning, a different line with her head on the p...

Two days ago the sun caught me stealing light to illuminate a poem, demanded restitution, then reported me to Mother Nature who posted my...

The women share a secret, chattering until we enter their circle, giggling when they think we can’t see. We ask them for a hint but t...

He wanted to know everything a musician knew, how to start with a note that blossomed into a composition, jazz or symphonic, it didn't ...

just hung there slightly above the horizon donning  a  wry smile against darkened backdrop its anemic white garb resembled a freshly cut fi...

Every night a different message. Tell me tonight about the translucent bones of icicles on the gutter. Their tale is a disclosure of y...

MICHAEL KESHIGIAN is the author of five poetry chapbooks. His sixth collection Jazz Face , was recently released by Big Table Publishing C...