ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

Click to hear The Survivor read by the author, Nancy Kricorian.  All this pain is for which of our sins?    Catholicos Vazken I, 1988  In ...

Dear friends and colleagues, On September 27th, Azerbaijan, directly aided by Turkey, launched a massive assault on Nagorno Karabakh, an eth...

Have you heard a thrush sing while its nest burns in the wind? —Khalil Gibran Listen. In the morning you can hear the bright strike of hamme...

In a foreign place, the exile has no face. You wake up in the morning and forget where you are. The smell of coffee from the kitchen. T...

This morning after you left I slept until the phone rang, and I let it ring. Then the woman upstairs threw water down the fire esca...

Click to hear Ghost Children read by the author, Nancy Kricorian. At lunchtime I stand at the stove spooning soup into three white bo...

Armenia is a country where someone is always crying. Women punch in and out on the clock, grieving in shifts. 1895, 1915, 1921, the thirti...

For Mariam Kodjababian Kricorian I. Syria This is what I remember: I would make fine stitches in scraps of cloth and my father would look u...

Click to hear the audio clip of  The Angel read by the author, Nancy Kricorian. My grandmother is in heaven. This heaven has no Turks, n...