It starts when Mind and body Forget connection Like place loses balance When borders move. History is testament To brave versus invader. Winners draw the maps But new lions come For the stolen places And […]
Head bent, hunched forward on hard bench Settling in for the eyes shut and Bones and dirt and Feeling alone. But bones and dirt scatter with the Voice of a child from behind the curtain. […]
No direction, no light, no path in sight We stand alone, we stand apart, we stand with heavy heart The despair, the fear, as our homeland disappears I am nothing, I am numb, as my […]
For 131 years our flag has flown high. Our spirit Our determination Our resilience. The shovel, pen, sword, and fist – the blood of our martyrs and heroes. The Sultan, the Ottomans, the Turks, the […]
My grandpa’s name was Mourad, He never told me what he thought, At least not about the mutual fight, That he and I both fought. He didn’t tell me he was proud, And I’m not […]
From my position on the shore, I saw the sea of rolling tides Filled with the incarnadine gore That seeped through a murdered seal’s hide. The abrupt cessation of life At the hands of […]
A descendant of Armenian genocide survivors, Celeste Nazeli Snowber explores the relationship between longing, belonging and identity in her third book of poetry. With The Marrow of Longing, Snowber uncovers universal themes as she traces […]
Prelude A son, a grandson, Of this nation My nation Where I live Only in my heart Only in my soul. There was or was not… No, for sure there was A city, a town, […]
I’m no longer the same My Psyche …physique is changed Lost its power… its handsomeness I’m no longer the same After we lost so many sons … After we lost our ancient lands … I’m […]
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