Poetry

*** Birds never look down, Their boat-shaped mouths Let the vowels out, Absent from all the photographs I’ve done, Were they even in the sky? I lower my eyes: Have…

*** When you are sitting late on the balcony, In a thin white shirt, With the lamp shade hitting you from the window, You are transparent. When you are looking…

*** Happiness Is dozens of happinesses. A new planet. Clouds in full sail. The sulphur smell Of matches. Availability. To try again. An open door. The joy of hearing. Wearing…

*** The beginning suggests something, The suggestion becomes a silhouette, A silhouette, caught on canvas, By hand is made real. A line starts from fingers, Spends their energy, then, the…

*** The morning of love Is precisely what elevates us Above ourselves, The height where we do not yet realise That we are soaring, Above dispassionate fogs, Behind which a…

*** When Love is revealed Not only in the unity of our two hearts, But also in their diversity, In their mutual disclosure, I seek to preserve the otherness of…

*** A gaze into the blue nature - Into the infinite, While protective figures of the high cliffs Engage in various modes of seeing. Fenestrated walls through which one looks…

*** Like lying in salt water – All I needed to do was breathe: Bach would keep thoughts afloat In the rays of sun gleam. Through the coloured cathedral Stained…

*** They zip across the sky, Fiery dots leaving a glowing trail Behind As kiss traces burn the surface Of my skin. A falling star Is larger than the Earth,…

** Among emerald crowns of pines and birches stands a man. At his hand - thick forests, marches, Unconventionally huge clouds, Injured roads of Lithuanian suburbs, Grandmothers selling tomatoes near…