Jeweler’s Daughter
After “Baker’s Son” by Shahé Mankerian I. Baba is a good man. He takes off his shoes in the closet…
Sweet Lemons
My mom brought me sweet lemons the other day.Reminding me they were my favorite.Eat them before they rot – she…
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.