Poochigian Sappho in Ian's Bookpile (Blog)

I took no offense that this British author and blogger claims Poochigian sounds “like a superhero poodle.” And I was proud that someone who is “not normally a poetry guy” would write: “it’s nice to find some poetry I actually quite enjoy. Like I said, we’ve lost a lot of Sappho, and if what we’ve got left of her is any indication, it’s a pretty tragic loss.”
Here's a link to the post I include below: http://iansbookpile.wordpress.com/tag/sappho/

Letter from Richard Wilbur

I received a letter today from Richard Wilbur, the greatest living poet in the English language. I was flattered straight off because he took the time to send one (when I am 93, will I respond to mail?  Will I be alive to respond to mail?).  I was even more flattered that he found my beloved "The Cosmic Purr" "classy and full of life" and took "a non-proprietary delight in the stanzas of 'Kudzu,'" which is, among many things, an homage to his "Thyme flowering among rocks."
Here, my friends, is
Kudzu: An Immigrant's Tale:

Poochigian Wins the New England Poetry Club Varoujan Award

The venerable New England Poetry Club offers an annual award "for an unpublished poem (not a translation) worthy of Daniel Varoujan, a poet killed by the Turks in the genocide which destroyed three-fourths of the Armenian population."
Here is a link: http://www.nepoetryclub.org/contests2011.htm
I am honored to be a 2011 winner of this award for my poem "The Parlor" (aka "Ottoman") in the book "The Cosmic Purr":
Nothing was an heirloom. We had none,

Poochigian's "Cosmic Purr" to be released in Spring of 2012

"The appearance of Aaron Poochigian's The Cosmic Purr marks the debut of a poet of distinctive voice and impressive formal accomplishment."
                                                                                  Charles Martin
Here, for a taste, is Reunion Show, first published in the Dark Horse:
Reunion Show
Remember rage the way we used to love it
and what mad masks we wore when we began.
Think of the shrieking eagle on our van,
the decal, with its wings aflame,