In the half empty cab of the bus an old man rooted in the corner is trying […]
Alex Cigale
September, the white-washed paws of the pups, wrinkled, gravelly. The soft smoke of the trampled foliage doesn’t […]
Little Animal by Shamshad Abdullaev, translated by Alex Cigale
On a day in February the Evpatoria beach Is pummeled by a heavy, ice-cold wave And a […]
To One Born in Crimea by Gennady Katsov, translated by ...
You end up here, in the country of turkeys, A person from nowhere, of all other perspectives […]
For the 25th Anniversary of my Arrival in America by ...
*** 1. The wind pales after the fire, when it comes to its senses from the […]
The wind pales… by Alexander Ulanov (translated by Alexander Cigale)
* * * Among the houses, the sluggish fish glide by. They peek inside the windows […]