n., /hō/kēs/ Armenian for "my soul."
OnBecoming is a heroic story of rising from political trauma. The collection holds readers by the gripped fist, navigating the only way out of a dark place; taking on the tedious task of unwinding mindsets and patterns, digging deep into the resilience of ancestral blood, and fighting gravity to rise from grief.
Hokis is Armenian for “my soul,” or “my beloved.” It is the name my Armenian birth mother gave to me when we met in 1992. I chose it for my…
Kiss me like you are grateful for me. That I exist. Not because I am special, no. My flesh and blood are alive, now on this planet. I chose you…
Strong Love is to Survive Loveby Hokis, Senior Editor The tunnel through to humility remainsencrusted with broken glass, barbed wire, andboots ready to nest on throats.People enter pulled by love or…
A hurricane brews far out at sea-
a hot wind of creativity’s evolution
it nearly shakes the hand of this unsettle world’s tonic mist.
While perhaps not obvious, one consistent thread running through OnBecoming is my coming to terms with the reality that the patriarchy is not men, the masculine in men, the masculine…
“…weaving a mystical tapestry of self-creation that is celestial and universal…”
the self-soothing white stickywe wipe our hands of only to dry, so we may peel itoff in one long strip, revealingour uniquely ugly palm. Sunday schooled, white washedhodgepodged coated strips ofthat…
The neighboorhood I lived in had perfectly cut grass and clumps of flowers, A rapist lived next door. A rapist lived around the corner. My mother required I be nice to…
