If you look beneath my skin tone, you will see My indigenous Armenian marginalized reality Granddaughter of pained survivor 1915 Armenian Genocide by the Ottoman Turks Black, brown, red, yellow skinned indigenous people Share the […]
It [my blood] flows like a lagoon Promise me you’ll drown in it I’ll meet you underneath it Till red meets red crimson red Vomit Blood, Vomit Blood Cry for me, let me see your […]
Buddha in a bottle Serenity in a sip Cold liquor by the candle lit Take your time have a seat Sip us up till you sleep Dream of green glass days Till life is […]
Author’s Note: This poem is dedicated to my grandfather, Popkin Mooradian, who died recently at the age of 96. He was born to immigrants of the Armenian Genocide and grew up in inner city Detroit. […]
The point of this poem is to remind you of the little things that need more of your attention The point of this poem is to help you learn and relearn The point of this […]
Growing up in a private Armenian school, I read a copious amount of Armenian poems. These poems, all part of the Armenian literary canon, addressed overlapping themes: identity, assimilation, nationalism, language, religion. From these poems, […]
A Poem of Julfa Cemetary Who knows this place ancient Armenian land? Jasmine uplifting fragrance, Shushan yellow lily flowers whirling through Julfa Cemetery 10,000 Khachkars (Armenian Stone Crosses) Vertical tombstones. Intricately carved volcanic basalt My […]
Football Few things— Only a few things Bring us closer together, unite us As much the ball that runs from foot to foot, Or the 11 pairs of feet That chase that ball. And now […]
By Bishop Garegin Srvandzian Translated by Zabelle C. Boyajian If Goghtan’s bards[1] no longer crown Armenia’s heroes with their lays, Let deathless souls from Heaven come down, Our valiant ones to praise! Ye shining angel […]
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