Looking inside a candle flame before going to bed, you can meet lots of images, and they will look in your eyes no less surprised than you…

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Publications:

• Foundling Review
• Calliope Nerve
• Cherry Blossom Review
• Liebamour
• Indigo Rising Magazine

Accolades: I write poetry, fiction, literary and music criticism in different languages (English, Ukrainian). I am also a visual artist.

Poem:

KILL THE PARADIGM

Kill the paradigm,

The life you’ve lived.

The apricots of rhymes

Are falling from the net,

Which pierces paper.

Kill the paradigm.

The thaw will melt the ice.

Your breath is warmer

Than the walls of snow

Surrounding your thought.

My pillow was crying with dirty sweat.

I woke up in the night

And looked out of the window.

There was an intense outburst

Of organic life between two houses.

A slender moonlight woman

Was born by the gigantic birch.

Her dress was rhyming with my lamp.

I saw her wings of fragile oil.

Her eyes exploded with desire,

Burning the beak of a bird.

We met at the crossroads of energy,

But I shot the vista

With the curtain of my sleep.