Lusine haroyan

Lusine Haroyan was born in Ararat, Armenia. As an exchange student, she studied in the faculty of Political Science at Bemidji State University, Minnesota. She graduated from the Brussov State Linguistic University in Yerevan, Armenia. Lusine has published two books of poetry ‘Let the Flowers Bloom,’ 1996 and ‘The Legend of Stones,’ 2000. Her third collection of poetry ‘A Drop of Blood on the Slide of a Microscope’ will be published soon. She is the winner of ‘Avedic Isahakyan Award’ in 1998), the ‘Armenian Cultural Fund Award’ in 1999, the Armenian Allied Arts Association Award in 2000 and 2002, and the ‘Best Student Poet Award’ (Third Prize) in 2002. Lusine’s poetry has also been published in a variety of anthologies, such as ‘Minnesota Women Writers,’ in 2000, ‘Dust & Fire’ Minnesota Writers Anthology, in 2001, ‘Best Student Poets in Armenia,’ in 2002. Lusine is currently working at the ‘Tatev Scientific Educational Complex’ in Yerevan, Armenia, and in September she will be leaving for Budapest, Hungary, to study for her Master’s Degree at Central European University (faculty of International Relations). She can be reached at lharoyan@yahoo.com

Articles

A Drop of Blood

I felt the heat of your lips in my spine… My body desired you- powerful and nihilist. I dreamt to have the tattoo of Eternity on my breast. I crashed the panes of the windows and wandered nakedly to seek my totem. I embraced the blue adagio of time… Over there I see puritans… At a distance fire, faces… Taboo… taboo… And a gray wolf. A wounded gray wolf. A howl… owoo…owoo… Blood in the snow…

The Monk

In his monastic veil he seemed to be a black walking mountain. He was serious and used to sleep on a pallet. He didn’t like this-worldly noises and ran away from crowds. He adored pantomime. …Once I opened my palm and asked him to tell my future. He took my hand and drew to his lips. His look was mysterious and elegiac: ‘I am not a prophet,’ he whispered....

The Amulet

I go down the stairs. The staccato of my high heel shoes Echoes in the lobby of your office. It’s raining outside. I turn over and notice your profile Behind the Venetian blinds. You are not smiling. The silence of separation is stretching between us. The amulet- You gave to me last summer. I was in my blue dress… Your fiery look was sliding down my bare shoulders. I will never be back (I feel it in my bones)....