The Hole in the Church of My Heart
“There are myths of intention circling skies / like vultures and parades of new madrigal” | by Alan Semerdjian
Armenia|United States
Lost Love
by Gregory Djanikian: Someone is walking up and down the street / crying “My lost love, my lost love!” / without shame or consolation.
Lac de Nom Perdu
by Gregory Djanikian: The lake is calm, it is night, / the stars are cold and clear / and a man and a woman / are floating in a rowboat