The Waves of Our Destiny By Ceren Turkkan on November 12, 2018 I come from a geography which the names that bind words to the soul keep magical, religious place of its culture. In a country where I was born, people wouldn’t have given a name to people, people are struggling to get their own …

The warming cold (collaborative writing with Oksana Lebedniva) By Marie Sevs on November 25, 2018 (by Oksana Lebedivna) a curly Armenian a curly poetess with lips of a rosehip with face like snow on the skin of a mountain ~ long time ago a mountain river eroded your straight hair like banks and washed your …

The warming cold (collaborative writing with Oksana Lebedniva) By Oksana Lebedivna on November 25, 2018 (by Oksana Lebedivna) a curly Armenian a curly poetess with lips of a rosehip with face like snow on the skin of a mountain ~ long time ago a mountain river eroded your straight hair like banks and washed your …

The Unborn Sun By Ceren Turkkan on November 18, 2018 It was a night in the desolate, cold and lonely mountains of the east, where the brutal storms flying.Dawn was approaching.They were walking for a long time. The Tall Apraham, who was walking forth of the community, corrected his moustache, and firmly wrapped his sable …

The Tainted White By Ceren Turkkan on November 19, 2018 White is always perceived as flawless and clean.White always represents goodness, brightness, smoothness, light.But it was different for me.I met an old woman. Her beauty was clouled by her wrinkled skin. Her trembling hands touched my cheekbones. She said, “I wish I were as young …

The Sun of Truth By Nana Abuladze on December 29, 2018 “Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holly Spirit,” the priest proclaimed. The chorus chanted: “Ameen!” It was the Christmas Eve. As the majority of people go to church only twice a year, on Christmas Eve and on Easter’s …