The yawn of the sun engulfs me with its freckled light. It sifts me through its rays and swallows me like some celestial whale. The…
Category: Poetry
I don't want to feel any different. I want to feel anger. I want to feel kindness. I want to feel worry. I want to…
Stop your demands. Reign in your complaints. I owe you nothing. Put away your insults. Silence your nagging. I owe you nothing. Be done with…
You are fragile like the first ice on water. You are delicate like an over-ripened fruit. I am here to feast on your sweetness. I…
The grid is perfect in its infinite checkered pattern. So is the cemetery in its infinite expanse of evenly spaced tomb stones. So is a…
Freedom is the blue sky. Freedom is the bright sun. Freedom is the cool air. You can't own my freedom. Freedom is a song of…
Feel The flatness of the sea, The expanse of the island, The concavity of the sky. Sense The swelling of waves, The growth of mangroves,…
Perfection is the way you talk. Perfection is the way you walk. Perfection is the way you dress Sometimes in more, Sometimes in less. Perfection…
My accent is my fingerprint: I was born in Smolensk. My accent is my memory: I lived in Moscow. My accent is my enemy: I…
In every painting there is pain. Every stroke is a drop of a tear. Every tear is a drop of paint. Every canvas is my…