What do the birds teach us in these times of pandemic? Vocalizing sounds as music greeting dawn in a universal language where tweets, cackles, trills, pecks are a prayer unto themselves monovocal melodies from song […]
This poem was written to commemorate the 105th anniversary of the Armenian Genocide. It was inspired by nursery rhymes being much darker in actuality than how we initially believe them to be when we are […]
Yet alive, I shall not let fall my apricot sun never will I shake, shake my ancestry loose nor will I scrape off those days of old off my skin before it catches rust. I […]
I think again of my self, at the dining room table, or squatting beneath, sketching my father, seated next to mother, crocheting, smoking or reading his Armenian newspaper, silently enduring his life, the puzzle of […]
Being alone means fear clouding everything My eyes feel heavy like I am heavily medicated Almost like they, as their own people, are pressured to stay open I am pressured to converse with my eyes, […]
I am sitting at the shore of Kınalı*. The Marmara Sea opens—serene and blue— I fling a rock into the sea. I pitch the rock—rings float on the Marmara— I pitch the rock—new rings form […]
In 2017, the Columbia Artists/Teachers (CA/T) program at Columbia University embarked on what may rightly be regarded as a pedagogical experiment: an online writing class that connected Masters in Writing candidates from Columbia University with […]
Editor’s Note: This poem was written directly in response to recent statements denying the Armenian Genocide from Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan at the recent G20 summit in Argentina. In response to a question from a journalist of […]
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 […]
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