December 31, 2022
It has to be concrete, precise, incomplete
It must compete, repeat, stress, climb steep
reject cliches, cliques, tricher, bleach
argue, sinew, do end innu
falling ears blue, blossomed
Dead leaf stuffed munchers
turning clocks back, down ravines
less ordered, less polar, less vice, anger.
There is no going back.
Essays, trials by ink and darts pre-poisoned
Darting ahead smashed 6 o’clock news,
This just in, breaking hues
Same as it ever was. Same as a silly song. Same as it never was.
Dr. Bedros Afeyan is a theoretical physicist who works and lives in the Bay Area with his wife Marine. He writes in Armenian and in English, and also paints and sculpts. He is the current editor of The Literary Groong.