AUTHOR:

GAYANEH VARDANYAN

Ճռռոց

By  on December 4, 2018

լսել,

հասկանալ,

ներել,

գրկել,

սիրել,

ստել,

գոռալ,

լալ,

լսել,

հասկանալ,

ներել,

գրկել,

սիրել,

ստել,

գոռալ,

լալ,

լսել,

հասկանալ,

ներել,

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լսել,

հասկանալ,

Չներել։

փակվող դռան ճռռոց։

Ուրիշ ձմեռ

By  on November 19, 2018

2 պատ։ Քարե։ Կարծր։

Աչքերդ տխուր են։

Շուրթերդ՝ ուրախ։

Հոնքերդ՝ բարկացած։

Առավոտները ձյան հոտ ունեն։

Երեկոները՝ թեյի համ։

Մենք մեծ մասամբ լռում ենք,

Որովհետև էլ ասելու բան չի մնացել։

Որովհետև քո մեջ էլ գարուն չի մնացել,

Որովհետև դու…

Thickening Lines

By  on November 18, 2018

When I was a kid, my grandma would tell me fairy tales and I’d believe her. Because she was my grandma. Because I wanted to believe.

In her tales love…

Rebirth

By  on November 18, 2018

His body was right here… Bending over the world. Colorful as the rainbow. His body was present. Like my dreams.

He can reject. But I saw it. The lightning. The…

The Grand Final

By  on November 16, 2018

Scene one: Out of the room
The end. The door opens. A male figure walking out. One hand holding a suitcase. The other hand in the pocket. Head down. The…

Me, They, We

By  on November 15, 2018

Me: I’m too weak to be strong. Too strong to be weak. Tired of being in between.
They: They inhale. They exhale. They dissolve in the air. They are dead.
We:…

When a Writer is Born

By  on November 14, 2018

Asli was 5 years old. Kars was snowing heavily.
Asli looked out of the window. Kars was frozen.
Asli heard a woman scream. She opened the window.
“A woman is raped,” she…

Fever

By  on November 14, 2018

The words
The letters
Blurring
Smoke
The smell of someone’s skin
A mirror with a shattered edge
Dirty cloths on the floor
Empty bottles
Scattered
Here and there.
One teardrop frozen on my eyes
Inky papers on the table
Ashes -…

Waters Washed by Waters

By  on November 13, 2018

The first time I cried in public was in elementary school

And then they said: “Don’t cry.

You’ll forget when you grow up.”

I guess I grew up the next day

For I…

Southern Wind

By  on November 12, 2018

I’m an Armenian girl. Okay, that was a terrible start. Now you’re so gonna associate me with a bunch of things that I can’t say I’m very related to….