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by your river or mine?
under your orange tree
or my chestnut or apple?

you leaned against the tree
looking over the river
me lying down looking up
contemplating the bluest sky
through the leaves and branches
flickering sunlight and shadows
upon our very selves lost in
the slow dance of a shared dream

you begin to sing
old love songs, deeply rooted,
in our cultures that are both
so different and the same
you sing so semai-sweetly 
bayati sweetly bitter 
ayp tsa to my ears
acapellic songs of 
of intense yearning
unbearable love
as the river
flowed
on...

and then there's this

always
retooling
retrenching
re-calibrating
rejuvenating
seemingly
forever 
 

oh calm down
take a deep breath
start anew, restart
take a higher road
inspire yourself
be inspiring
be... alive and
just fucking do
    something

you have that cool
aluminum pen
so, sit down
take another
maybe deeper breath
exhale and start
writing some
    better shit 

etudinality

feeling desperation
mid-winter blues? 
cabin fever?
fear of missing out?
no, none of these
not these at all
more a reality check
a settling reality
    of aging out

i'm on another plane
a shorter runway
no air traffic control
and no parachute
but then i ain't flying
    very fast 
    very high or
    very far

the thrilling days...

yesteryearing
not for a lost homeland
a lifestyle never to be
relived by us 
the offspring, the youngens 
of the displaced survivors 
now all gone

yesteryearing 
not for the old west
but the masked hero
the trusted scout
william telling
for law and order 
and justice always
in the purest truest
bestest propgandized
tv show could offer
a fifties kid that
stills lives within
    hiyo silver... away

valentines day 2026 

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floating gracefully upon
the pluckish tendrilities
the babbling brookiness
the very armenian kanun
the effortless emanation
from marianna's heart and soul

i am there, in hayastan,
in amberd, at saghmosavank,
nowhere near yerevan
in the small villages 
just imagining, channeling,
our tarn upon tarn
centuries older than old
sacred spirit vibrating 
in our very genes

february 12, 2026 

 

a syrian feature fiim

working
grading somethings and 
listening, background 
youtubing... you know

a few hours of shajarian
then randomly udi boghos
a fasil here or hüzzam
hrant, sayat, and tatyos
uşaklı, the kızzy one
neither tahir or there

and then...
it became poetic 
something you sing
that you sing real good
and i just paused
as my soul drifted
in ethereal currents
headed in your 
general direction 

it's life you know

you texted a very 
simple thought
"it's life you know"
i started to type
and backspace and 
type and delete
again and once more

then...
i just stopped
just sat there
with nothing
nothing to say
nothing clever
no insight
no whimsy
certainly nothing
deep or profound
nothing at all
to convey

i just sat there
the sound of
one mind
doing nothing
idling, stalled
on the bay of
eerie tranquility

"it's life you know"
i guess i do
maybe the best 
poem i ever read