Ghukas Sirunyan | My mother is asleep
MY MOTHER IS ASLEEP My mother is asleep beneath the rows of red pepper, Beside the gourds relishing the sun like grandmothers— In the windy warmth of the autumn leaving the meadow. My mother is asleep beside clemency, worth, and fruit-trees, On the edge of vigor, jealousy, and precarious undertakings, Beside the smoldering hearths, vivacious...
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...
Recent Comments