The first thing Darius told me was a lie.

“Got an A. You?”
“Same,” I replied, keeping my paper face down. 

We were each other’s first friend, I’d like to think. Despite being inches shorter than I was, he stood with confidence, as if he hadn’t landed two months prior. Dark tight curls covered his head, eyes brown with a tint of redwood if you looked close enough, and eyebrows thick above them. I envied his long eyelashes, even as a child. It didn’t take long until I found out he envied me, too.

16 June 2025 | René Zadoorian

«Ո՞ւր ես» Where are you? Wandering in yellowed maps along lines swooping and curving to touchtime-buried footsteps paths of storied ancestors […]

06 June 2025 | Aline Keledjian

“They Left Their Home Behind, Number 4 20”x20” Mixed media 2024 Photo credit: Mary Asatryan This work is part of […]

23 May 2025 | Dalar Alahverdi

I have committed apostasy. The price to pay is hell. Or so “they” say, rather gently. It is hate delicately […]

05 May 2025 | Jane Partizpanyan

How does one engage with the invisible, silenced and erased? How can art bear witness to the darkest moments of human history, namely, torture, violence and sexual slavery, while holding space for human connection? These questions concern the practice of Marie Khediguian…

09 March 2025 | Emitees Tajdari

It’s been raining a lot since I’ve come home,
fruiting mushrooms saluting the El Nino season.

Air marinated in dew greets my lungs
with a warmth opposing its expected dampness.

27 December 2024 | Denna Berg