when the rays of light seep through a leafy crownof the dome-shaped treewho stands so stillunder the traveling lampof Phoebus
The mist was everywhere. It was a lovely night. Or so I thought when I walked out of the hotel I was staying at with Mark. I briefly stopped at…
Back in the 90s, my family occupied my long-deceased great-grandmother’s house in Ashgabat, the capital of Turkmenistan, the former…
“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of…
I find myself on the unkempt and shabby premises of an abandoned house. Before my eyes, a vision in dusty…
hush — say you, restoring silence over the forest of a room,a single bedroom apartment
a speck of dust confronts your violence, minutely, in a hurry,but dies awaywhen touches windowpanecaressing other specks…
How dost thou cover the ulcerous placewhat unctions, potions, magic dost thou useto skin unseen and film the filthy memories of youth?what dost though useto ope thy soul, repent, forgive,forget misgivingsthat oft bereft thy spiritof blithe? virtue or vice? or both combined?by acting fair? loving boldly…
As I look down from where I stand I can see the beautiful bend of Moskva river, the busy highway of Kutuzovsky prospect, cars rushing…
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