“I desperately tried to shake him off, but the monster pressed his thighs tighter and tighter around my throat until I could no longer breathe.” Sinbad: “Thousand and One Nights” When I grew older the other creature appeared, The second father formed, a putrid pisachee He carried on his back, its nails knived into his […]
H.M. Merjian
H.M. Merjian: Aleppo: 1915
“You eat the eyes first. Do you understand?” In the large dish a boiled lamb’s head In broth, “patcha” —lamb’s head soup. The feast of Easter; Paschal Anatolia. I dreaded the festival of the head, This ritual of eating the lamb of god, Leaving what simple sins my childhood Offered, the mouth, the hot white […]
H.M. Merjian
H.M. Merjian was born into an immigrant family in New York City and was raised, educated and shaped on its streets and schools. He spoke a polyglot of languages, reflecting the genocidal wanderings of his parents; survival tongues: Armenian, Turkish, Arabic and Greek. Escaping the Big Apple, he now lives on what the Brits would […]