Those men... (Inspired by Jamaica Kincaid) Hey BOY, what’s that? What kind of a barber gave you that princess haircut? Get rid of it for God’s sake, it’s not becoming…
"Where Are You From?" Before I came to Armenia, some people told me to not speak Turkish there, or not to say where I come from. I understand their worries…
rotting away broken pavement stones, double-parked cars choking the street. a slope that wouldn't be considered steep compared to others in the neighborhood. as i walk slowly, i keep looking…
Poolside with Big Brother The pages of the book get wet from being tossed around the pool. Not long after, though, they dry under the burning sun as I spend…
visuals a small pergola enclosed with wooden fences, a ten-person table arranged for small gatherings, a four-shelf bookcase with antique metal utensils on it, wooden tables scattered across uneven terrain…
My first day in Armenia After a short, but very pleasurable flight we finally landed in Armenia. The first thing that I saw was this beautiful big Armenian flag. When…
Reflection "We are all reflections of the decisions we have made," she said and threw a cup of coffee at the mirror she had been standing in front of for…
Thoughts on Making Sense Yesterday Arevik said, "We learn everything in comparison." This phrase brings to mind my time studying semiotics. One of the fundamental lessons that has stayed with…
Weird families and character development Weird family members are best for our character development - that’s my takeaway from the first day at the Write in Armenia international camp.I often see words…
Coins in the Fountain Back then, I didn’t know that those round playgrounds with levelled stairs and benches were called Platea in Greek – the modern amphitheater-piazzas. In the morning,…