Poetry

The Dadeek, grandmother of the clan— Still dressed in the old ways, The subservient ways, In the days when her…

On a summer day in this ancient land where a pagan sun once reigned supreme in a merciless encounter between…

The other day A laptop won me In a raffle Until then My lap had favored Softer bottoms And carrot-tops…

Earthworms glide around crocuses, In and out Of soil black and soft, Wet with night’s rain And morning’s dew. Ants…

Long ago My grandfather died Under a Turkish butcher’s knife Years and miles later My father died Under a surgeon’s…

I know that I shall never see a three word poem as sad and lovely as the one I saw…

Through the summer months in Yeşilköy we used to play basketball ceaselessly, my cousin Michel and I, Agop, Ara and…

One year ago on Jan. 28, thousands of miles away from his beloved Armenia and in the shadow of the…