Tatul Sonentz-Papazian

Special for the Armenian Weekly No other word seems to fit Erdogan’s masterful slight-of-hand performance on the crowded global stage…

Street to street, demented signal, line-drawn land enters the city with open arteries — where wounds are dressed with the…

Almost a century after their violent “demise” at the hands of Vladimir Ilyich Lenin and Mustafa Kemal Ataturk—two impromptu revolutionaries…

Don’t pity me ever, don’t. You bury me alive, if you do. If you wish, do not even feel me,…

The spent northern sun sways Like a fireless crucible of ashes Over these square structures, This endless stretch of the…

And what were we And our land? Let us stand tall, and tell the truth! If a vessel – then…

M e t e o r Not enough rocks around To stone the whole bunch of us Each one of…

How great you were your arms wide open Your voice was an eagle’s nest When you sang uncloaked the old…

The closing days of the 19th century, and the beginning years of the 20th, mark the period when Armenian women…

What is love? What is love’s fake happiness? – Just one black, sadistic serpent… And he, whose heart turns into…