"Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold,
Death’s great black wing scrapes the air,
Misery gnaws to the bone.
Why then do we not despair?
By day, from the surrounding woods,
Cherries blow summer into town"
--Anna Akhmatova
all night I dreamt that my house was filled w Armenian teenagers being shot by Azeris. This is horrible for those of us who feel helpless as we watch the news feed. @ArmeniaFund_USA is one way to help. Do what you can, if you can. #ArstakhStrong
Join me and other poets as we share our experiences and give insight into our identities. THURSDAY NIGHT AT 7! ZOOM LINK IN FB INVITE. HELP LEBANON HEAL. #lebanonexplosion#fundraiserforlebanon https://t.co/takvtgJiiB
Join me and other poets as we read from our own experiences and speak to our identities. All donations will go towards relief efforts in Lebanon. #lebanon#lebaneserelief#poetrycommunity#poetryfundraiser… https://t.co/Zv3OeMtZEV
See me read before these brilliant features! Red Hen Press Poetry Hour returns for the first episode of Season 2: Finding Truths and Creating Art in Exile
Iranian-American poet/writer/playwright Sholeh Wolpé and… https://t.co/hfotmaq42x