Monthly Archives: April 2021

Armenians Remembering in April

Several years ago i met someone who lives about 20 miles from me, and it’s an unusal place to find another Armenian. His grandfather and my grandmother were from the same mountain village. There weren’t many people that survived the … Continue reading

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April Vernal Pools

Vernal Pool  From ice melt to mayflies to frogs splashing  and whirligig beetles   that dance circles foxglove stands sentry you shine in dappled light call life to you call fireflies in the dusk midwife spring into summer. dried fern and … Continue reading

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April 22 Zoom Poetry Reading, and you’re invited

Thursday night I’ll be part of this virtual reading, Poems Around Town. Poemsare in store windows up and down Main Street and a couple side streets. There’s talk of a upcoming book from this project as well. Please join us … Continue reading

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Late April

Late April In the yard rivulets of water run through mud. I pick up the rake to drag mounds  of gravel back into deep tire  troughs. A warming sun shepherds in snow melt and sap flow. Later, I look out … Continue reading

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Brattleboro VT Zoom Poetry Reading Thursday Night April 22

ZOOM LINK to Brattleboro Poetry Reading: As part of the Poems Around Town project, please join us for a virtual reading by participating poets on April 22, 2021 at 6:30 pm. A joint project by three local writing organizations to … Continue reading

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Vermont Story Walk

I invite poetry lovers that live in the area to Brattleboro Vermont. Write Action, Time to Write, and Brattleboro Literary Festival have splashed out with a wonderful event, and I’m fortunate to have one of my poems entered. Poems are … Continue reading

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Reaffirming our Lives

When I was young, holidays meant cooking special foods. Two foods we had for each holiday were choreg, wonderful brioche-like rolls, and paklava or bourma. I learned to cook at my grandmother’s knee, still young enough to need a stool, … Continue reading

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