When I was twenty-five years old I helped edit a magazine called Maggy. On the last day of 2009 we trudged through snow to pick up 200 copies of Maggy. Then we sat in an apartment and read the first line of each poem. We made some phone calls. That night we gathered in Brooklyn and said hello to the farms.

And now our gloves are attached to the sleeves of our coats.


PS: 1. Maggy

1 comment:

Baron Shahé said...

Hello Alina,

I have enjoyed your poems. This is Shahe Mankerian, another Armenian poet in the trenches of Los Angeles. I was recently in New York, reading at the Bowery with the rest of the East Coast writers. I wonder if you heard about it.


P.S. My email address is baronshahe@gmail.com