Three Poems by Michael Minassian
I rode in an elevator from street level to penthouse, a honeycombed hive
I rode in an elevator from street level to penthouse, a honeycombed hive
“Words change their meanings over time, and this is natural. But when the baser policies of intentional, malicious political manipulation intervene in the process… language becomes propaganda and its function shifts from elucidation to deceit.” By Philalethes 1. The Chilean writer Roberto Bolaño published his novel, Nazi Literature in […]
By Aris Janigian Go back a couple of generations and nobody called us “white,” so we had no way of really knowing about our privilege. We were Armenian and Christian, third-class citizens — that we knew for sure. The first-class citizens were Turks and Muslims. They killed one-and-a-half […]