Poetry

“Insomnia of love…”

*** Insomnia of love, war insomnia. Many suffering  ringing of night-time hearts, where so homeless and so priceless is the…

6 days ago

“Let’s split in half — the window’s light…”

* * * Let’s split in half — the window’s light, the cluttered past we left behind, a glass of…

1 month ago

“The land of wheat fields…”

*** The land of wheat fields, the edge of the plains, children, sing — but know this: on this earth,…

1 month ago

“Time became a lump in the throat…”

*** Time became a lump in the throat, a tower, a skyscraper that grows and breaks through the unlived life,…

1 month ago

“The days of remembrance have passed…”

*** The days of remembrance have passed, May rains — tears of those on Earth, and the ashes of the…

2 months ago

“In the hallway  of unaccustomed nights…”

In the hallway  of unaccustomed nights and frank of expectation smelled alive, but none of them dared any of them …

3 months ago

“The moonlit shore of the sun…”

* * *The moonlit shore of the sun,a promenade of hallucinationswith the night tidesand the tides of loneliness,where in the…

4 months ago

“Pre-war summer of booksellers…”

* * * Pre-war summer of booksellers. Time has passed, and a happy life has passed between fingers. The war…

4 months ago

THE GOTHIC FLAVOUR OF MADNESS

The long, lonely streets of time - manic and tragic  with chimes  with chimes beating in hearts, that lead  to…

4 months ago

“Prediction as prayer …”

* * * Prediction as prayer - white magic rebellion over the madness of black magic at the point of…

4 months ago

“Fraternisation…”

* * * Fraternisation of the Third Rome with the second Babylon-- Sodom and Gomorrah. It's about time. It has…

4 months ago

One winter less

* * * One winter less One war more. A memorial is waiting for spring. And the birds will sing…

5 months ago

Hellas

Hellas of island days lost addresses and oceans of dreams deep as the faint of crucified in a hurry lilacs.…

5 months ago

How can you sing these words

*** How can you singthese wordsat the height of glory,don’t you seethat all our vowelsare shot throughwithin them?What remains?Only the…

6 months ago

“Alarmous sorrow of fogs…”

*** Alarmous sorrow of fogs hides from hellish, stranger’s eyes the museum of our waxen faces. What a pity that…

6 months ago

WAR CONTINUES

The war goes on.The war goes on.War runs.War flies.Today I rememberwith what passionin my childhoodwe used to shoot at the…

8 months ago