Pierce Nahigyan

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Adown

12/04/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

Let me not this life deny, nor reject. I live to write this verse most circumspect, intent not to displease those powers perched above my fate line, and whose lightest […]

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Adorn

12/02/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

I love the way you listen. It is a simple act, my friend, But for your eyes and chin. Your eyes follow, your chin bends, Your smile is red and […]

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Adolescence

11/18/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

Not long after the boy became a man Did he first pluck his first guitar. He strummed The instrument like milk on honey, jam On toast, a cigarette that’s tinged […]

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Adnate

11/11/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

Her work hangs where I open my door. When I come home, it is what I come home to. Her gray pencil of the snowy moor sleeps on a nail […]

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Adieu

09/11/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

The dust driven sheets, wind whipped caravel Of the dreams you’ve taken and fled pellmell Bed in the sand, pillow left in the dunes Askew and behind like planets and […]

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"All the while I have been forgetting the third of my reasons for remaining so faithful a citizen of the Federation, despite all the lascivious inducements from expatriates to follow them beyond the seas, and all the surly suggestions from patriots that I succumb. It is for the reason which grows out of my medieval but unashamed taste for the bizarre and indelicate, my congenital weakness for comedy of the grosser varieties. The United States, to my eye, is incomparably the greatest show on earth."

- H.L. Mencken, On Being an American, 1922

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