ARMENIAN POETRY PROJECT

I feel your spine tingle in mine. the nape of your neck I defect with meditation and song. hear me in a windowless moment. Copyright Zepure ...

pomegranate spills its seeds across the lands of sable obsidian sprouting hope deep rooted from a past. Zephyr finds her breath and breathes...

I’m making a pact with some wormhole of fury to spiral me out of control licking my wounds I fall faintly to the thief who stole my mind tre...

I am a dissident of this torrid entanglement in quest, for my own stance and how I became who I have become. the sloth rises all around me s...

for garnick badalian in the mountain stands stolen sand which once belonged to time himself an acorn fell from above, the sky, it must be fa...