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Graphic Novels

Photo by Aistė Pilkauskaitė
she poured her beer on my head
when i tried to kiss the cross
above her low-cut dress –
i just wanted to touch my lips to
the open wound of christ on her

Photo by Daiva Vaitkevičienė
walking is my speech

walking is my expression of love
walking – I fall in love and read
this city and
know it – not for long. I’m silent.

Photo by Andrej Vasilenko
But to domesticate a vagabond dog
                           that has broken its pronoun leash –

Photo by Antanas Untydi
Everything is heading towards resolution,
Most probably it will be atomic.
And there will be neither City,
Nor World,
Just a little baby tooth
In a tin box

And the river, its fair banks defining,
connecting, place and time, places and times.
Me, here, now, I get the little-hairs-rising-feeling
about a life I haven’t lived, but might.

Poems from the poetry book "Be-hooved", University of Alaska Press, 2019

Photo by Simona Aginskaitė
driving back from the funeral, I understand
my father’s suit is worn, and will fade away

then, it’ll fit me just right

Poems form the poetry collection “Common Wheel”

Authors archive photo
I am like an extended accent
along the shore of the Eastern lake
overgrown with grasses,
choking on consonants of mollusks

Poems from the poetry book “Pericón”

Photo by Dainius Dirgėla
but I would have liked to ask
what signs, what meanings (where)
were left in the material beyond bounds?
What kind of place (white like spring?)
is the earth of our misunderstanding?

Poems form the poetry collection “Ruptured Moonlight”

Photo by Rolandas Pocius
I have come too far:
strange birds
strange trees

Poems from poetry book “Teacher Teaching Death”

Photo by Anton Lukoszevieze
Tell me something, December,
You have been here before.
The teeth of the tiger
Got you back.

Photo by Dainius Dirgėla
                                               ...if tomorrow
there is war my armor will shine and i’ll think
back to what the buddha once said:
if you managed to come into this world
you’ll know how to leave it as well

Poems from the poetry book “Not Even”



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