Poetry
Stay with me, Armenia
As a child, I stacked my toys, pretending every lopsided mess was Ararat. I’d clutch at the side of my mountaintop, embracing every rock in full throttled hand-hugs — so this was “Armenia.” Armenia, Armenia, […]
Articles by Danielle Mikaelian
Travel
Danielle Mikaelian visits San Lazzaro degli Armeni
My family went abroad to Italy for a week, visiting major cities including Rome and Florence. We also planned a day trip to Venice. My Armenian heritage is extremely important to me. In Italy, I […]
Literary Corner
Tasting a Pomegranate
The berry of the fruit crushes upon my tongue, bitter, sweet, savored. And the hills cascade into waves of green, rising with the patter of my footsteps, lowered by the weight of fruits of labor […]
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 […]