Breaking Ceilings Above Broken Ground

November 13, 2020 0

Like eyes adjusting to the light after a long dark night, this civic unrest has jump started a shock to my system, a restlessness in my mind, body, and spirit that I cannot shake. My […]


November 13, 2020 0

I won’t even attempt to sleep tonight. Because, Like the last several nights, I know that I will not be able to. There is a Rage in me that has been boiling for centuries before […]

She said she can’t breathe

August 6, 2020 0

She said she can’t breathe no more pee on the toilet she’ll leave the seat up to mark the day that will never end she’ll leave his socks on the floor his bed unmade his […]

Understanding Transgenerational Trauma in 2020

August 6, 2020 0

 Understanding Transgenerational Trauma in 2020 Moment by moment I am constantly overwhelmed by the images of death, injustice, and pain. I thought I understood what trauma was but now I am faced with an anger […]

Greatest Secret of Gratitude

May 3, 2020 0

“Life without thankfulness is devoid of love and passion. Hope without thankfulness is lacking in fine perception. Faith without thankfulness lacks strength and fortitude. Every virtue divorced from thankfulness is maimed and limps along the […]

The Body Holds Trauma, Full Stop

May 3, 2020 0

How to put into words the rage that bubbles up inside when I think…of all that I suffered but did not know how to resist…of what I know now that the preschooler, the child, the […]


May 3, 2020 0

Who was I when I started this Who did I think I would become Who did I believe I could ever save Who was there to place my trust upon What got me here standing […]

Cordially Invited: Refugee Family Discourse

December 20, 2019 0

What do you see? Is it New Tara, the plantation of the twenty first century? Crops of dreams and disasters lay juxtaposed as biproducts of influential forecasters. It makes you wonder what Hitler and Prophet […]

Poem – I am a Syrian refugee

July 30, 2016 0

By: Ani Kalayjian, PhD           I am an Armenian-Syrian Immigrated in the mid 1970’s; My first week in American high school I was called a ‘dirty immigrant,’ When asked what I was, […]