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Tatev Chakhian | One Bed, Two Wars
Poetry

Tatev Chakhian | One Bed, Two Wars

by Granish on Apr 14, 2025 • No Comments
 ONE BED, TWO WARS Here, our bodies crumble in a foreign land, beneath a rumbling sky of a New Year’s Eve that belongs to others. We share a single bed and two wars. He fears that dying might last longer than living. I reassure him: once you get used to...
Anna Davtyan | Language through Lessons
Akrat / Essay

Anna Davtyan | Language through Lessons

by Granish on Feb 22, 2025 • No Comments
The teacher is always the person who needs to be forgiven for temporariness. I thought of this when I was already a teacher. When I was teaching my young students not a specific profession but was explaining the state of things. In a word there is the state of things,...
Vahan Teryan | She smiled at me
Poetry

Vahan Teryan | She smiled at me

by Granish on Feb 9, 2023 • No Comments
She smiled at me, the Nairian girl with slim waist, The Nairian girl –gloomy-eyed and modest, So bright was the face of the mountain-born, The glance so blazing and artless. And my Nairian sun as if glared also In the northern faraways and colds, As if in my field bloomed...
Tatevik Kolarski | Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen”
Criticism

Tatevik Kolarski | Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen”

by Granish on Mar 12, 2022 • No Comments
Alice Munro’s Short Story “Amundsen” and its Translation into Armenian by Anna Davtyan Alice Munro is a Canadian short story writer, winner of numerous literary awards including the 2013 Nobel Prize in Literature for her work as “master of the contemporary short story.” Her short story “Amundsen” appeared in The...
Naira Hambardzumyan | Poetry for the chosen ones
Poetry

Naira Hambardzumyan | Poetry for the chosen ones

by Granish on Apr 4, 2021 • No Comments
  POETRY FOR THE CHOSEN ONES In the beginning was the Time, Then the Word, then the Sin, then the Fig Leaf, And the again – the Time; and what has not been said still Is roaming in the cave. When God created the world, Created the man, created the...
Hrant Matevosyan | The Trees
Short story

Hrant Matevosyan | The Trees

by Granish on Sep 8, 2020 • No Comments
You’re no good, you’re pitiful my child, my son, my firstborn, my hope, my precious, you’re no good, you hold no vengeance. Your grandpa, my papa Ishkhan had a small blood-red horse: it was so small, he says, that wasn’t taken to army and burned with fury whenever any other...
Hovhannes Tumanyan | The Reading of the Universe
Poetry

Hovhannes Tumanyan | The Reading of the Universe

by Granish on Jun 27, 2020 • No Comments
You who gave me a gaze toward the skies To reach the higher ends, dive in the Sun, You who gave me a mind heavenly and vast To measure the measureless, its awesome gaps afar. You who tied us, took hold of my soul, Instilling in there the endless, its...
Artyom Grigoryan | Ups and downs
Short story

Artyom Grigoryan | Ups and downs

by Granish on Jun 22, 2020 • No Comments
It makes me wonder: while the 6th floor of our building completely had been renovated with beautiful doors and highlighted painted walls, on the 7th there is only one lightbulb, which is probably not working since the collapse of the USSR, and I’m pretty sure that the guy who screwed...
Kostandin Yerznkatsi | Others malign me of envy
Poetry

Kostandin Yerznkatsi | Others malign me of envy

by Granish on Jun 22, 2020 • No Comments
Others chock-full of envy mean evil down with me For I compose a poetry that is a treasure sweet. They say, ‘How does his tonque have such delicacy, That among us non can compete or withstand that rivalry?’ Deceived by the dark, doomed to be blind In slumber they’ll never...
Aram Saroyan | NOTES AT SEVENTY
Short story

Aram Saroyan | NOTES AT SEVENTY

by Granish on Dec 25, 2013 • 9 Comments
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
Poetry

Hovhannes Grigoryan | Never die

by Granish on Aug 23, 2013 • No Comments
“Never die”, appealed my father to me in the deathbed.
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Ashot Gabrielyan | Poems
Poetry

Ashot Gabrielyan | Poems

by Granish on Sep 21, 2013 • No Comments
The distance From the Reven’s Rock[1] to my birth Is the navel string Connecting the half-embryo Where the birth and death don’t meet To make me live… My homeland is hold within the world’s mirror Like the hypocrite smile of the moon when she smiles at the sun; There is a ruin beyond the cross,...
Tatev Chakhchakhyan | Stop! Let me sleep
Poetry

Tatev Chakhchakhyan | Stop! Let me sleep

by Granish on Sep 21, 2013 • No Comments
  WRITE A POEM If your country is rocky and droughty write a poem to live softly. Our president who, to my mind, is philologist writes poems of loneliness and sadness in the back of contracts and so he writes of dismissal in the minutes of despair… And the Opposition calls rhymed names, and we...
Garun Aghajanyan | Non-orgasm
Short story

Garun Aghajanyan | Non-orgasm

by Granish on Sep 13, 2013 • No Comments
Their family was somewhat artistic. He was an elegant young man, with a thin moustache. He came to ask for Zabel’s hand. Everything turned out to be casual and rather absurd. First Manvel had fallen in love with her older sister, the neighbor’s widow. She rejected his dogged overtures, saying: “You’re wasting your time. Why...
Norayr Adalyan | Determined To Kill
Short story

Norayr Adalyan | Determined To Kill

by Granish on Sep 12, 2013 • No Comments
He firmly made up his mind to kill his wife’s back-door man, whom he had never met and had no hopes to ever meet. There were a lot more men in Davayatagh than women; in fact, there were several men per one woman. So, which of them was him…? Men, like famished mangy dogs, would...
Armen Shekoyan | Poet and citizen
Poetry

Armen Shekoyan | Poet and citizen

by Granish on Sep 7, 2013 • No Comments
Lord’s Prayer Our common and secret Our private and our strange Our subsoil and our breeze Our huge and our small Our weighty and our frail. Out merit and our skill Our prose and our verse Our aptitude and gift Our exodus end exit Our only outlet. Our select and absolute Our hope and our...
Tadevos Tonoyan | The return of Niburu
Poetry

Tadevos Tonoyan | The return of Niburu

by Granish on Sep 7, 2013 • No Comments
THE RETURN OF NIBURU August. The sky smells sweetly with stars: My family tree has reached the sky, And from the thorny shrubs of star-spikes Is rising again the Niburu – hope of mine. Cherishing Niburu returns to see How has grown my family tree Which’s been grafted upon the last kiss Bidding farewell with...
Diana Hambardzumyan | The jackass that had been to Jerusalem forty times
Short story

Diana Hambardzumyan | The jackass that had been to Jerusalem forty times

by Granish on Sep 7, 2013 • No Comments
Maral’s plump bottom and nipples peeking out of her bra had the eyeballs of men pop out of their sockets and glue them to the neighboring reaches of her body. Like a gun for hire pursuing a victim vanishing from one corner of a wall to another, Maral, inconspicuous to everyone else, would get angry,...
Levon Khechoyan | The Earth Shuddered
Short story

Levon Khechoyan | The Earth Shuddered

by Granish on Sep 7, 2013 • No Comments
They forbade us to enter the church with weapons. Free candles were passed out to us, for the salvation of our souls. We lit the candles inside the church, leaving our weapons outside. Then we took their villages with meteoric rapidity. We approached the town; the town also fell. We went in and out, running...
Ana Arzoumanian | She, the never daughter
Book / Poetry

Ana Arzoumanian | She, the never daughter

by Granish on Aug 28, 2013 • No Comments
1- Everything started with a lie, fumigating. Puffs of stink in the hands, combustion of blows in the country emptied out of bodies; religious stroke of disinfection.

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