- Poetry
In these dark times, many complain about
the lack of light
badmouthing all that is white
as tainted and stinky
- Poetry
Of all the possible worlds for me Wherever I was, or travelled to see There was one / it seemed / the truest Neither above / nor below uprooted
- Poetry
because now, at this moment
everything is fine
water still tastes good.
I am still alive.
- Poetry
I should like to take you someday
to the underground vaults of this city,
where beneath the steel-clad enclosures
the fiery carbuncle stone glows.
- Poetry
I still act out of hunger, out of absence,
I drive myself with a whip of boundless plains.
Endless journeys exist.
Conquered wastelands are too small.
- Poetry
closing my eyes doesn’t help
I press my palms against my lids
to see the stars –
islands of light
in a sea of darkness
- Poetry
I’m not sure whether I should be thankful to Tomas Petrulis for creating me, for while writing his book THE BODY OF A THING he would force me into awkward and even dangerous situations.
