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Lilit Margaryan | Why is Zabel Yessayan an important author who should be taught in Armenian Schools

Lilit Margaryan | Why is Zabel Yessayan an important author who should be taught in Armenian Schools

Zabel Yessayan is one of the most prominent and important writers of Armenian literature of the 20th century, our greatest female writer, who is totally abandoned in Armenia and is widely unknown to the public. Her works are not included in school books, nor have they been subjected to serious...
Violeta Balian | The Concubine

Violeta Balian | The Concubine

VIOLETA BALIÁN is an Argentine author and translator born in Buenos Aires of an Armenian father and a German mother. She studied History, Archaeology/Anthropology as well as Humanities at San Francisco State University (California) and spent many years in the United States. In 2012 she published her first novel, the...
Marineh Khachadour |  A Letter to My Mother

Marineh Khachadour | A Letter to My Mother

Dear Mother, Here I am in my beloved Armenia again, away from you. I know you resisted my return to the homeland mainly because you wanted me near you, so you would care for me and protect me like you always have. I have felt safe and secure in your...
Mher Arshakyan | Woe to us…

Mher Arshakyan | Woe to us…

Our life changes every day. And woe to us, if we have no role in those changes. And again woe to us, if we have a role and the result is this. Woe to actors, who return home through a backdoor of life, where even the creak of the door...
Souren Sarumyan | The Burner of Memories

Souren Sarumyan | The Burner of Memories

The boy was carefully hiding Grandpa’s photo under the mattress with his head on the pillow, pretending asleep. On the weather-stained photo Grandpa was still young – he was standing by a big round table and sadly smiling. Grandpa’s fists were big, almost in size with the table. Even in...
Mher Israelyan | Unimaginable Cheesies for Jeff Bronson

Mher Israelyan | Unimaginable Cheesies for Jeff Bronson

Dedicated to Brussels American School “The Earth is round and rotates not just around the sun, but also around its own axis,” I explain to five-year old Davit. “Round, like the khachapuri Mother bakes?” Davit’s eyes grow round. “Round like the sun, except that the sun does not move, it...
Nune Levonyan | I love fairy-tales

Nune Levonyan | I love fairy-tales

The tree and I get evenly old, but the tree does not make a tragedy of it and each Indian summer does not write poems of defoliation. The tree and I have similarities: we love to dress up and be beautiful to death: but I do not allow common passengers...
Hamo Sahyan| Day Turned Dark

Hamo Sahyan| Day Turned Dark

Day Turned Dark To Sero Khanzadyan It is dark. It is time for The evening meal. My melancholy gradually Evolves into crying. They descended contemplating, bowing On the corner of the haystack, One heaven made of milk dough and One half-moon…
Aram Saroyan | NOTES AT SEVENTY

Aram Saroyan | NOTES AT SEVENTY

At the beginning of Desolation Angels, Jack Kerouac is all alone, a fire lookout on a mountain peak in the Pacific Northwest surrounded by mountain stillness on all sides. A practicing if erratic Buddhist—“I’m the Buddhknown as the quitter,” he quipped once to his friend Gary Snyder—he has an epiphany:...
Hovhannes Grigoryan | Never die

Hovhannes Grigoryan | Never die

“Never die”, appealed my father to me in the deathbed.
Hasmik Hakobyan | Linguistic realization of modern armenian poetry

Hasmik Hakobyan | Linguistic realization of modern armenian poetry

The diversity of world orders, the thematic-structural elements,the variety of solution of primary problems make the modern poetry significant. Each type of poetry puts its world order and the language of thinking. The words become conventional signs of reality. So what is the poetic reality? What is the function of...
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Armenuhi Sisyan  | Sometimes

Armenuhi Sisyan | Sometimes

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An interview with Elfik Zohrabyan

An interview with Elfik Zohrabyan

While Armenia has been described in a centuries-old poem as ‘the paradise land, the cradle of humankind,’ the Eurasian country – situated just outside the Fertile Crescent and Levant – might appear far enough off the beaten path to suggest a dearth of significant literature or a lack of notable literary figures. However, Armenia stands...
Hrachya Saribekyan | Eternal engine

Hrachya Saribekyan | Eternal engine

Perpetuum mobile-an imaginary machine that works without loss of energetic resources. Its existence contradicts the First Law of Thermodynamics. By the Law of Energy Conservation, all the attempts of making an eternal engine are condemned to failure. I was turning the pedals, but my bicycle was not moving. I was moving faster and faster, with...
Aram Mamikonyan | Two poems

Aram Mamikonyan | Two poems

pain was only a woodpecker perched on a temple ma, my hands are torn out daddy, you are far and we are not so much poets to lie at the bottom of the ocean and lit a cigarette till the moss flows and fills our mouths and again a monday drunk and hard-moving, i shall...
Karen Babayan |Blood Oranges Dipped in Salt

Karen Babayan |Blood Oranges Dipped in Salt

Chapter 5 Hangestatsav – Found Peace Hripsimeh’s Story, Tehran, Iran, 5th January 1920 Hripsimeh rose before it was light and lit the portable paraffin stove, took it to warm the bedroom where the children were sleeping. They had been in Tehran for just five years but they had come a long way in more ways...
Ashot Avdalyan |  And you wake the day

Ashot Avdalyan | And you wake the day

DEEPER IN SLEEP THAN A THOUSAND YEARS Deeper in sleep than a thousand years I am kinder than a thousand fairy tales, And more than any spring the mists here Can hear the purling of the warmest creeks. Emptied by my forefather’s hand And in his hand completed, ended, Live these days on the warmest...
AVAG YEPREMYAN | Truly I Say

AVAG YEPREMYAN | Truly I Say

Truly I Say Where we left each other, Our children Will come and go From our disease they will suffer, I know otherwise— upon our tombs, out of our dust roses will grow.   Dead Points As an unuttered word, the Whole is here, indeed, the Ruins of Past-Present- Future—in the Same Pre-Seed. Eternal like...
Alis Hovhannisyan | Globalization

Alis Hovhannisyan | Globalization

It is not hard to guess that in every corner of the world created by our Lord God, even in the desert or the bottom of the ocean, the creatures that He created are immeasurably similar in the way they act. In one moment, an ant, upon discovering the body of a fellow ant, circles...
Hrach Saribekyan | The Sun of Twins

Hrach Saribekyan | The Sun of Twins

Everything was so mute and motionless that it seemed as if daytime was nighttime when the sun shines in the sky. The day would reach the trees and hesitate as under the trees there was untimely night. The sun had cast the shadows of the leaves on the walls of houses. The monotonous creak of...