“Armenian grief is a sea… In that dark expanse drifts my soul… In the sea of Armenian sorrows— My soul languishes evermore.” Hovhaness Tumanyan, 1903 Armenian poet and writer (1869-1923) At last, our flight […]
It is 1917, and on the docks in many US east coast port cities the flags are flying and the bands are playing. The doughboys are going “over there” to end the war. Unnoticed, an […]
The great bass horn of the steamship thundered over the din of the busy port city of Smyrna (lzmir, Turkey). A slight young woman, back straight, eyes tearing, was waving down to her family on […]
My father told me that my great-grandfather Sipan Sepoyan was a clan leader in Western Armenia. My ancestors had a sense of national authority in the Armenian mountains. Unfortunately, we are currently like fish in […]
My name is Kevork. In this year of 1915, I am 12 years old. Tonight, it is black, no moon or stars—and this is good. For if they found us, me and the Turkish Jews, […]
My DP playmate’s name is Anusch, and her recent story begins on November 25, 2022, with an email I received from the assistant editor of the Armenian Weekly, Ms. Leeza Arakelian. Part of the email […]
On February 19, 2020, I received an email from writer and scholar David Calonne, whose review of my 2017 novel The Naked & the Nude was published in the Armenian Weekly last summer. Calonne was […]
Losing your way in mid-life, as I did about ten years ago, is not unusual. As we reach our sixth and seventh decades, we find we may have shed the identities that we believed defined […]
When I think about it now, it’s fitting that I first met Raya near a railroad. I didn’t know it at the time, but for her, trains hold many memories. They are a symbol of […]
I put down the pen and stared at the paper for ten minutes. I checked the dictionary, revisited my mind’s wordbook. Countless minutes passed. I was still unable to find what I was looking for. […]
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