ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

I see it on the TV screen - a bar graph that goes higher every day. On the radio, I hear a few hundred thousand people fell. The beaches...

Why do you send me a “Bird of Happiness?” a porcelain red creature, perching on a bough. I remember when you were a taxi ride...

It’s so easy for her: she looks at me and knows that my green shirt with a white stripe won’t do - “It’s a classy night, Flamenco and...

I don’t know how to do it - I want to write a poem about her;  It keeps   trying to break through. I can’t let it come out just l...

You and I  sit across time still we know when we start there’ll be no time. You and I with gigantic something between us th...

As the last fragments of the Second Republic were torn down and weathered away, we were searching for a new homeland. We spoke of great g...

I found you in the mature season, conversing about the posture of October that sets the rhythm of day and night, chill and warm. You re...

In the backyard of her house, recumbent in the hammock beneath an apricot tree, he scribbled vehemently on a sheet. Inside, she waited ...

You talk of the strange light on the water and point to a boat that puts in at the pier. The sea is warm and lilac colour. But listen, ...

Born in 1976 in Yerevan, Armenia. Studies at Yerevan State University from 1993-1998, majoring in English Language and Foreign Literatures...

Helping my grandfather in the garden, I observe him gracefully shoveling the earth, his biceps swelling and subduing, the sweat trailing ...