You have five minutes Until I turn out the lights. Because the poem you waited for all day Isn’t there, in the end simply list what is. So: tired books on the table, The plants have folded their leaves and gone to sleep, The television rustles and a […]
1 I sink time in the corners of my eyes Time reddens the sacred night Suddenly night is a winter myth Immense wings from endless space 2 Since then, I’ve returned to the numinous sphere Blue spreads out, obscuring endless space The night star stretches deep into the […]
I have purchased a travel guide to Dublin. It explains about its historic center and breathtaking spots around the bay. It accounts Celtic legends, mild winters, centuries at a glance. It is known that I will never go to Dublin. Nor will there be time to return to […]
I Since the days of Genesis, fires have gone out A human life is racked by ashes and dust For a long time, I’ve been sitting in a graveyard Like white silk, cold moonlight covers the forest— As chill night winds blow in, demons tremble Quivering, kissing heaps of […]
I had just stepped out of the tub when the first letter arrived—I say letter, but of course it was an email. Wrapped in a towel, with the water dripping from the ends of my hair onto the floor, I leaned closer to the computer and, having dried moisture from […]
I begin to suffer from defunct diseases. I live among diagnostics that verticalize an interior. Everything seems irrelevant, but I suffer. Certain dark lesions suggest Anthracnose. Other spots, surrounded by yellow concentric aureoles, suppose the presence of Alternariosis. Verticilium could be the answer to that withering that usually […]
When a black hour takes the color of my blood on a red desk When books don’t open to speak but to whisper When I become as wicked as When every door closes and gasps in the darkness When an orange is not an orange, a shoe not […]
Tamara Khristoforovna works in Lennon Preparatory High School. She imparts high-quality, lasting knowledge, which consists of telling children that she is their mother-in-math, and they are nothing but back-alley trollops. When Tamara Khristoforovna gets really emotional, she adds that only prostitutes wear black pantyhose. What about socks and stockings of […]
Will these songs fly even higher? From a mask they’ll make an even poorer artifice, reducing the ashes of their life experience, dulling his horns, assembling the created species. Our work, the darkest, drinking from the same ocean 圆明园路[1] Foolish is he who believes not in deluges. [1] […]
Life gives birth to life contradicting life itself. Someone’s hair turned gray during the night, he gazes toward the snow-capped mountains – the crown of time. By sheer luck, he came across the boiling point between black and white. Poetry carriage has been seized by a giant beast. Probably […]