Poetry
Vanishing Act
Remember when we believed a Stepanakert street block
was too far? Mesrop Mashtots, Vazgen Sargsyan street, and so on...
well, new boundaries stack those blocks, and now there are thousands,
maybe millions, blocking.
My preschool days taught me how to stack the reds, the blues, and
the greens of building blocks but when I would finish, they would
crash down like boulders, collapsing into an unstable heap. No
sense of order. No sifting through for the parts that you want,
discarding my



