ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

I am a mutant who inherited a predisposition for casual lying.   My father was an escape artist who could vanish into Oriental carpets.   My...

it's complicated you said and sighed. you're telling me i thought and sighed it's life though the complexities the divine comedy...

it's called 'everyman's dish' a simple steaming pot of three or maybe ten ingredients lentils sorted to remove the wee stone...

if… i could only imagine it i can’t even an ideal, a concept, a perfection i want to improvise for you better than any poem better than any...

 The Armenian Poetry Project supports the American Library Association's initiative as   We too can trust individuals to make their own ...

All the families alike in their unhappiness, the mother waking early to draw the curtains, to set out the butter, soon the father sitting gl...

«Ուր որ ըլլաս Եթէ լուսինը կը սիրես Սորվի՛ր ու գործածէ՛ իր անունները՝ Մահիկը, Կիսալուսինը Լիալուսինը» Լօլա Գունտաքճեան Ես մեռնիմ Դու՛ն մեռնիս...

At that age, I did not understand the point of sentencing a wordsmith to death. A slow death—one failed letter at a time—a moon for a head b...

  Lee Herrick is the California Poet Laureate. He is the author of In Praise of Late Wonder: New and Selected Poems (Gunpowder Press, 2024)...

  with Lola Koundakjian, Alan Semerdjian, Garen Torkian, and Aida Zilelian Monday, July 28, 2025 at 7PM AGBU Headquarters 55 East 59th Stre...

Driving through the gates Of this sleeping place, We pass potter’s field and turn up the hill Dotted with flat, tipped stones Toward the Arm...

We gather around the gash in the earth Called Dudan/Duda/Yudan Dere To commune with the dead Through time and space By measuring depth with ...

Half-awake in my mother’s arms In a car where it was cool and it was dark. My mother opened her coat and covered me As my father drove home ...

Բոլոր ձիուկները փայտէ չեն, Բոլոր փայտերը խաղալիք չեն, Բոլոր տուները տուն չեն , Բոլոր մանուկները մանուկ են      եւ միմոս կը սիրեն: Միմոս ...

For Yeghishe Charents (1897–1937)  and  in Memoriam, Diana Der Hovanessian (1934-2018) mais c'est moi qui  leur réclame mon trésor volé ...

I: Armenia Sings to the Black Sea My teeth, the songbirds, age with snow,  the winds plough wrinkles on my face,  and each of these stones, ...

Silent blind of skin bearing heavy what was told  in smoothness that is denial of form, categories of scaly, crusty, protruding  categories....

Տարին հինցաւ գնաց, օրերու կաղութիւնն ալ գնա՞ց։ Տառապեալներու, զրկեալներու, զոհերու կողքին Ամբողջ աշխարհը ցնծութեան տօն ունի այսօր։ Աշխարհի վ...

It was heat we embraced, not your deportation, better known as extermination. Still we held no gentleness in our grit. How many feet caresse...

Standing on the Jerusalem sidewalk // my father, raised and expelled in this city // neither Arab, nor Jew // suggests we alternate // the l...