by Levon Kafafian | Jul 19, 2020 | Poetry
I am named immaculate untouched created in the image of holy mother, expected to be expectant reproduce carry forward the frozen preserves of yesterday’s culture I am not my brother bald mountain standing proud in exile collection plate for the ‘should-be’s the...
by Gariné Kevranian | Apr 25, 2020 | Poetry
Your heart is broken in half Half is in the light Half is in the dark She says, reading the cards Focus on yourself She says, seeing my alarm But how? I ask When everything in this land points to the contrary Be a friend Be a sister Be a wife Be a mother And then what...
by g - Ղազար Խոնարհ | Jun 1, 2017 | Poetry
You’re not out. You don’t know any Armenians who are out. You know one Armenian who is out. You notice people rolling their eyes when he walks in during badarak. You will tell Mama and Baba. You won’t tell Mama and Baba. You will tell Mama and Baba. You won’t tell...
by Christopher Atamian | Jan 20, 2016 | Poetry
for Patti Smith Holy is the ground you walk on. Holy the Earth and the sky, holy the water you drink and the air you breathe Holy is the poet and the singer and the maker of images Holy are Patti and Robert and Sylvia and Allen Holy is the night, holy is the day, holy...
by Jeannie Markarian | Apr 24, 2015 | Poetry
I cannot see where your bones are, Acid rain ate defiant Mesropian tendrils of tombstone lettering, Twilight is descending I am lost in the graveyard Three hours from Ellis Island- This Broken bridge to Keghi ,Old Country…. Your son calls to me over unkempt rows, my...
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....