Literary Corner

Apricot Blood

Rivers of patterns splay on a proud khachkar tall, baked by a glowing apricot sky and looming mountains, crisp like knuckles. All rocks cast a shadow. The mountains throw down a gaze where the daisy-yellow […]

Poetry

From Above

For a while, I have been looking at this world from a hand-knitted spaceship. Somewhere on Earth, someone is kissed for the first time. Somewhere on Earth, someone dies for the last time. Somewhere on […]