Poetry

The Last Door

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 […]

Op-Eds

Life and war

As usual I started my Sunday morning with a cup of coffee and news browsing. Facebook was getting flooded with #wewillwin posts. My heart started thumping instinctively: something was amiss. Yes, our Artsakh had been […]