Declaration of Intent

Another story of tragedy giving birth to better days is being written, as children have now joined the women, and it is so that we will right wrongs and bring order to this chaos of lies, hypocrisy, and cruelty—out of agony and loss, after the bodies of more children have been laid to rest, we will rise and resist, rise and resist, resilient even in … Continue reading Declaration of Intent

What Do You Love?

All these cards and flowers on Valentine’s Day got me thinking about all the things I love, like mangoes picked from trees in Jamaican yards, and freshly baked bread from Armenian tandoors, the smells of cinnamon, rain, and paint, and memories of my grandmother’s love, her hands, how she loathed make-up and loved everyone, like walking the streets of New York, and writing in coffee … Continue reading What Do You Love?

Identity: Soul

I used to think about my identity as a thing that was subject to being dissected, questioned, broken down, used words like fractured, mosaic, crisis, torn, shards, and fragments to describe how I saw myself, how it felt to have had my life turn into a bridge between worlds old and new. How would I ever know who I was when I was neither here … Continue reading Identity: Soul

Unwritten Stories

No matter how bold and honest you are as a writer, no matter how fearless in choice of words and flesh, no matter how willing to bleed onto the page, take hits and still write from places that will never not hurt, there will always be a thing or two about which you simply dare not write. You don’t dare because facing some truths as … Continue reading Unwritten Stories

A Poem with a Moral and an Afterthought

A young woman born in Armenia, but living in New York City, went to Jamaica and adopted a child. She’d been a single mother for four months, when she met a man in virtual space; what a thing. They soon decided they needed each other’s flesh and warmth, so they met in person and got married, and now the little boy had an Armenian mother … Continue reading A Poem with a Moral and an Afterthought