Promień Słońca

Tsaghadzor Village, Armenia

A smile that strikes the soul
like the sunbeam searing through
a gap in the clouds after a storm…

Would that sunbeam only
shine upon my upturned face,
choosing its landing place

like the resolute convergence
of a sword on its quivering victim-
supplication and saccharine capitulation.

Mine is a jealous heart,
possessive of sunbeams…

Muzyczna Pamięć


Մուշ, Հայաստան / Mush, Armenia

Slavic notes playing
in a bar somewhere
in the reach of The Empire

transporting me to some
memory in a bleak room,
a place that made me smile.

In the arms that taught
me the sounds for the first
time, a voice lost for a while

in the Caucus lands
where I once heard the La-la
sounds of a singing muse and lyre.


Սեանավանք (Sevan Monastery)

Looking up at the heavens,
clear vision for the first time
in many years,

the outlines of the clouds
more solid than I can
remember when I could
see the outside world
in stark relief,

I can see angels playing
across the autumn sky that
burns overhead with the embers
of an escaping Summer


Sitting beneath the altar
of He who is so revered,
the echoey silence
and incense float like
gossamer fit for the virgin
Queen who reigns here-

Eyes closed, breathing in
the faith that is not my own,
not even certain that I have
any of it in my heart to hold-

Tears drop for a sadness I
cannot name nor know from
where it came, sliding onto
the grandiose foundation
of the Heavenly palace

staining it with the mortal
sins of a faithless libertine.

Հայաստան- w armenii


Lori Region, Armenia

Living in this space
is both as familiar as
a mother’s embrace and
as foreign to me as
another planet

The juxtaposition
of the known and the
unknown sinks like the
music of a long lost
cousin into my being

A whisper calling on
me to remember that
which was never my
experience, imploring
me to recall it

Memories swirl at
certain tastes and
smells but they are
not wholly mine, or
even entirely real

Histories that are
more myths than truths,
wishes parading as
realities and identities
no more solid

than the familiar songs
that envelope me

Miłość to Decyzja


Noravank Monastery, Armenia

Love is but a decision.

The decision to go.
The decision to stay.

The decision to keep coming back.
The decision to return.

All of love is the decision
to stay bound, tied

across the seas and skies,
the mountains and rivers.

Love is the decision that we are,
that we will continue to be,

that we are alive- Together.