Animosity- the word taints my palate already, nesting this once again rage. I wake to tales of animosity, breaking my fast of evening, my insides churn into a blood batter of the cortisol passed down […]
I spent two hours Buffing away a century and a fifth Of corrosion from a doorknob, To get my mind Off the madness around me– So far, yet so close– While flipping channels on the […]
(The following poem was inspired by a heart-wrenching letter from a friend in Yerevan who told me of her son’s reaction to the war in Artsakh) Three hundred, thirty-nine kilometers away Azeri bombs murder those […]
Dwelling at the sword’s edge of uncertainty, Haunted remnants of fears fall away from me, Turn back into the highland clay formed Long before being remade by our գոյամարտ. Howling at the grey wolves prowling […]
are you well rested? a celestial commotion is well underway. body forth your autumnal awe, gentle and moving to and fro the changing seasons, the burying of red flesh, fallen prey, oceans away. and yes. […]
What kind of society do we live in? Where a fly gets more attention? Than when a genocide gets resurrected? And bombs a School?! Church?! City?! People! People! People! I’ve been watching the news Vice […]
(i) In the quiet, between bombs, there is a sound, A hum, My heart still beats. One day, soon, I will return. What is an hour, a night, a year, But a heart keeping time? […]
Our people shed blood on the arm of denial on repeat as if there wasn’t a genocide of 1.5 million Armenians a whole world is looking— no more desecration on ancestral lands the diaspora aches […]
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