*** The windows were tearing up From the tiresome rain, The trees in the landscape Shadowed themselves in a grey haze. Clouds, jostling aimlessly, Swept from the north-west, Dragging the…
Publishing News Marina Tsvetaeva believed that once a poem is published in a book, it enters time. Thanks to the Mumbai-based publishing ‘Wingless Dreamer’, the poem “I became immune to…
Poetry *** I gazed and gazed into the whale-sized well, Besieged by arc-shaped spaces along the walls I stood in awe: the bottom - at the ground-floor - the “дно”…
*** Your winding sentences fly through my ears, Unending stream of stars - the tapestry of vowels, My eyes are asked to sing the pauses of your mouth My hand is…
21.06.2026 To my wheat *** Mowing hay side by side with the farmers, In the solstice breeze, goldest day, quite mead, Musing back to Tolstoy’s country hamlet, Where seas consisted…
*** I blur the forest’s contours, The trees lose their shape, The trunks turn to Stravinsky’s “Le Sacre du Printemps”. Snapped heads and twisted forearms Oaks, hornbeam, beech and spruce…
*** Was a wonderful winter once. Perhaps the warmest of times. A white wonderland waltz, With temperatures negative 35, With no scarfs, no gloves, no thoughts, Their first kiss in…
Publishing News The poem "A Human Loves the Beauty First" and Sara Maino’s painting "Do-in Attento" reflecting on the theme of ETHICS CLEANSING is published in MAINTENANT 19: A Journal of…
*** Icy winds have swept across Monceau, Blowed the skirts of chestnuts up, Dozens of long-legged fawns and does, Occupy the cattail swamps - hunttime! Willow bogs are thrilled with…
*** The sky over the forest of Monceau Is swelling, The flying boats of the chestnut leaves Are landing Over the salt-and-pepper waves - Your stormy hair, The smokey valley…
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