Poem on how I didn´t go see a beautiful place in Turkey strangely connected to my origins
Category: Mediterranean
PAMUK
This poem has to do with my last name and my Armenian family´s origin in what is now part of Turkey. In honor of my father and my ancestors.
The Music of the Mosque
A poem written at sunset anchored between the Asian and European sides of Istanbul and listening to the rise of prayer
My Istanbul, a strange love story
How an Armenian writer fell in love with Istanbul forever (and what to do to ensure the same happens to you…)