Poetry - Vilnius Review

Details: Poetry; 26 June 2018

Nature knows no zero.
It’s just a hole in our time
Through which the cold continuously flows
Together with loneliness and fear.

Details: Poetry; 07 May 2018

This is where
the world’s rusty wheels moan,
exuding the scents of burnt oil,
gunpowder, blood, and musk.

Details: Poetry; 23 April 2018

You are, are, and are. One. One from infinity,
from an infinity of possibilities. An infinity of possibilities not to be.

Details: Poetry; 13 March 2018

but no – he’s still functioning:
marching through the desert
cursing out Duracell
with his last words

Details: Poetry; 18 December 2017

and finally there’d be
a merging of our souls, we’d live long happy lives,
run around in one small circle, die amicably, holding
paws, having treated ourselves to the same ratpoisonoflife.

Details: Poetry; 12 December 2017

It took so long for me to hear
the hum of blood under my skin:
I understood the words of that song.

Details: Poetry; 21 August 2017

I like ambivalent weather best –
neither sun, nor rain, nor cold, nor heat.
Just these clouds. Gray cumuli.
And one cup of coffee in the morning.

Details: Poetry; 02 August 2017

then the knight, steed, dragon, peaks and moon
all shouted – harum harum –
and began to dance

Details: Poetry; 25 July 2017

i’m moving in directions unknown. not all the tracts in these latitudes are passable. check-points, shakedowns, bribes. usually i just play dumb. now the border guards are patting down Dante.