Gennady Katsov

  On a day in February the Evpatoria beach Is pummeled by a heavy, ice-cold wave And a seagull, frozen still like a mannequin, Issues amidst the sands its drawn-out moaning. To our right, the entrance to the sprawling park. The tram departs at midday for Lake Moynaki, Something the […]

  You end up here, in the country of turkeys, A person from nowhere, of all other perspectives Nearest the one with pockets entirely empty, And closer in kind to the common bison. Proud owner of dreams in a bed not your own, With a lexicon out of an alien […]