by Hasmik Geghamyan | Nov 1, 2014 | Poetry
Your hands bleed of genocide That you perpetuated against the indigenous peoples. You forced extinction on their languages And dispossessed them from their sacred lands. And you still refuse to give their lands back. But they are resisting. They are fighting back....
by Bavakan | Nov 1, 2014 | Poetry
Cover artwork by Nicole Burmeister via The Hye-Phen Artist Database s’pas over time i remove the minty leaves from the frail stem of dried thyme this one occasion when i am taking the time to really feel the days it took for the plant to grow, and the hands that...
by Nora Kayserian | Nov 1, 2014 | Poetry
I look left – պապիրոս I look right – պապիրոս One after another By the time I reach the top of the stairs I feel like I’ve smoked a whole pack This is what I see on most days This is how I feel on most days Each պապիրոս – an interaction Leaving me breathless long...
by Razmig Sarkissian | Nov 1, 2014 | Poetry
(Cover Photo by Elizabeth Jane Trefney via The Hye-Phen Artist Database) Մէկ բերնիս մէջ երկու լեզու ունիմWhich is much less cool than it may seem. Մէկ գլխուս մէջ անդադար կը ճչան Clamoring and fighting from dusk till dawn; Իրար հետ միշտ կը մրցակցին Often causing...
by Razmig Sarkissian | Nov 1, 2014 | Poetry
Cover image by Caro Yagjian from The Hye-Phen Artist Database my horrible eyes …and the words tumbled from the tip of your tongue off red plump lips but nobody heard because the room went deaf with the sway of your hips see, synecdoche turns my libido’s key and...