Articles by Tatul Sonentz-Papazian

I know that I shall never see a three word poem as sad and lovely as the one I saw in puberty on the knarled trunk of an ancient tree carved in hollow letters over […]

Recently, as I went through a large cardboard box in the basement full of old magazines and newspapers, out came a stack of old Hairenik Weeklies and Armenian Reviews. The newsprint of the Weeklies had […]