ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

In upstate New York you wake every morning to a field blue with frost. Every day is perfected: not a blade of grass moves. This is the world...

Before night swarms across the sky—brief slash of winter citrus at the horizon, then evicted by darkness. I’m in love again with the idea of...

for A.B. Even in sleep, past the road’s soft shoulder, you are the dark circus tent sitting at the edge of town, your memory emitting whisp...

I. Two nights ago I dreamt you were dead. You, dead for months. All this time I had been talking to a ghost, face pressed to the telephone, ...

Theadora Siranian is a poet and teacher currently living in Kazakhstan. Her poetry has appeared in Best New Poets, Ghost City Press , and At...