The long, lonely streets of time - manic and tragic with chimes with chimes beating in hearts, that lead to…
* * * Prediction as prayer - white magic rebellion over the madness of black magic at the point of…
* * * Fraternisation of the Third Rome with the second Babylon-- Sodom and Gomorrah. It's about time. It has…
Hellas of island days lost addresses and oceans of dreams deep as the faint of crucified in a hurry lilacs.…
*** Alarmous sorrow of fogs hides from hellish, stranger’s eyes the museum of our waxen faces. What a pity that…
The war goes on.The war goes on.War runs.War flies.Today I rememberwith what passionin my childhoodwe used to shoot at the…
* * * Love is bitter by separation, by almonds, a ruined era, November, the splinter that sticks out in…
* * *Creator,take me throughthe warto the shore of childhood,where so beautiful and naiveLife began,where the toy daysnot knowing tirednessin…
* * *Cyrillic script of sandsin the sand clockis similarto the barkhans ,dunes,ridgesand evento the tornstringsof violin,to the pain of…
*** I dreamed of your eyes - islands of loneliness in the ocean of human suffering and shot at point-blank…
While night declaims, essential peacefully melts, dissolves, disappears in the cloudless air of life-giving oblivion. On the top of the…
*** The last city, of the last star. Holidays of happiness. Years of doubt, years of silence. You at the…
*** Childhood – flower pollen, garden of time is fading, prairie of expectations, silk grass, wind is playing the violin.…
*** Givingriddles light,burdenedwith a mystery of summer,frozen in the herbariumof omenin the museumof poet’s voice. Translated by Nataliya Ogienko.
Bach’s singing of war faces. Don’t ask why there are no birds. Why the ground is plowed with fear. Why the air walls are stained with…
Oxen of guilt.Yoke of war.Rewardof Divine losses.The sun’svictoriousflag is looming.We are dying.And after deathwe speed upour pace.We knowhow to escape…