Today is a quiet day and I am stuck checking inventory. The things I don’t want to remember I shove in drawers that no one will open
Dear Ms. Muradyan:
Wow. How could tyhis be a better poem? Search me. Brilliant. Moving. So grateful to have found it in my Inbox. Thank you!
This resonated so deeply in my little immigrant soul. How remarkable to capture the collective experience through such a personal narrative.
A breathtaking cross-cultural poem that speaks to history and family and community and today.
Dear Ms. Muradyan:
Wow. How could tyhis be a better poem? Search me. Brilliant. Moving. So grateful to have found it in my Inbox. Thank you!
This resonated so deeply in my little immigrant soul. How remarkable to capture the collective experience through such a personal narrative.
A breathtaking cross-cultural poem that speaks to history and family and community and today.