ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

To survive this exile, you will need to hold court with the moon, store the memory of its light in a mason jar for later. Understand: there’...

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Afterwards, pregnant, she moved into a third-floor apartment and spent her cash on reprints. And in them, the men, the mythmakers, who heard...

the fold in the belly;                         love                                 (the verb)                                       ...

When we kill, we do it well. I have paid to see their bones encased in glass: rib cage, incisors, broken femurs suspended by wires....

Below a vertical zoo, at the edge of waking, I dream up a vast body with a domed head, skin tougher than a tortoise’s, and I —in the ...

I have un-marbled your lunch pail of its patina of jelly, its bloom of mold. What to do now but finger the clasp, locked like a jaw? ...

Congratulations to Sarah Giragosian of Hartford, CT, who won the 2014 American Poetry Journal Prize for Queer Fish . She received $1,000 and...

I. Gone: the lilac dive, the glitter of pollen. Gone too are the cosmos. II. Bestowed on a tack, below the thorax, the name Papilio hovers. ...