Poetry

Dolma

The wrapping
of each grape leaf
A rolled quilt of rice and meat.

Each piece of her craft
I breathed life to an ancient way
I did not understand
but was lured to know

Grandmere’s hands didn’t always
Clap in church on Sundays,
but divinity was at work
in her grape leaf weaving hands.

Andre Zoolalian

Andre Zoolalian

Andre Zoolalian was born in Louisiana and is studying audio production and creative writing. He has a burgeoning dedication to poetic writings in particular, with his poetry recently being featured in the Asbury Review. As a music producer, his primary genres are hip hop and R&B, with his production being recognized by the Universal Hip Hop Museum in the Bronx. He strives to utilize his Armenian and Irish ancestry to reflect on past collective injustices, as well as present ones.
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Andre Zoolalian

Andre Zoolalian was born in Louisiana and is studying audio production and creative writing. He has a burgeoning dedication to poetic writings in particular, with his poetry recently being featured in the Asbury Review. As a music producer, his primary genres are hip hop and R&B, with his production being recognized by the Universal Hip Hop Museum in the Bronx. He strives to utilize his Armenian and Irish ancestry to reflect on past collective injustices, as well as present ones.

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