Sweet Lemons My mom brought me sweet lemons the other day.Reminding me they were my favorite.Eat them before they rot…
Hearing the Victims of Genocide: A Spotlight on Rerooted Archive
On 24 September 2023, as the first of 100,500 forcibly displaced persons and their families drove into Armenia from Artsakh,…
Between Teeth and Time
I clutch history tight within my palms,
word by word,
letter by letter,
Armenian drag is having a moment
Photo by Ana Ferrandis On a stage in Plaça de Catalunya in central Barcelona, a replica of the iconic Tatik-Papik…
Locksteps
hyenas with clenched fists raised against patriarchy against state proudly raised hyenas that sneak around easily in a country that…
Armenian Eyes
I was always curious about why people smell the way they do but the thing about my mother’s smell was…
duality / two worlds collide
a queer superstar persona encounters a boy with a plastic AK-47 in a sunny february yerevan park they – in…
American Boys
The first thing Darius told me was a lie.
“Got an A. You?”
“Same,” I replied, keeping my paper face down.
We were each other’s first friend, I’d like to think.
Transcendence
«Ո՞ւր ես» Where are you? Wandering in yellowed maps along lines swooping and curving to touchtime-buried footsteps paths of storied ancestors…