ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

(One clad in Chanel, the other holds a broom) She sweeps the street of our Homeland Whistles to keep stray dogs away. She’s old, she’s rugge...

Since I belong nowhere I'd like to come and do my Not-belonging here. Will you help me fit in... to my clothes? Or are you busy trying y...

Home is where the hearth is Home is where the heart is Home is where the earth is Home is where the art is Home is where the ear is Home is ...

Abovian, Nalbantian, Hanrapetutyan, Tumanyan, They all end in Yan. Said one woman who was there for the first time. She had no notion what t...

The waitress is under age Says she can’t serve me wine herself. I ask if she has sex She smiles, through a blush and says yes! Impaired judg...

Click here for the audio Mother read by the author, Nora Armani. Mother The sound of your violin The world was not to hear You kept it in y...

Click hear for the audio clip I am writing now read by the author, Nora Armani. Mother lived her life like this pen Beautifully wrapped in ...

Sojourn at Ararat started as a play based on translations of Armenian poetry through the ages. Staged as a two person play, it was created ...

Click here for the audio clip Fruits of Love read by the author, Nora Armani. When my mind is away, When my reason is asleep, I’ll steal aw...

Click to hear the audio clip Exile read by the author, Nora Armani. Once more an exile, an exile for all living memory. Stuck to my genes, ...

Click here to hear This August is not read by the author, Nora Armani. This heavy rain in August Bears witness to the topsy-turvy world we’...

Nora ARMANI, actress and author, born in Egypt of Armenian parents and educated in England, has appeared extensively on stage and screen wor...