Day of Rage
we checked it all out, twice we passed / the policeman in his sentry-box… / when we dispersed in the half gloom of side-streets / I noted this image:… More
So Here We Are
They were handcuffed in pairs, across the wire, and only then allowed to stand up. The first was a Russian, a tall, lean lad in a blue vest and… More
From the Cycle of Poems “Cognitive capitalism”
I descended into the subway, I saw the homeless / with plastic bags on their heads, / with garbage gags in their mouths, like mummies / in mausolea of… More
Day of Oprichnik
Always the same dream:I’m walking across an endless field, a Russian field. Ahead, beyond the receding horizon, I spy a white stallion; I walk toward him, I sense that… More
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