That wine bottle
There are feelings that are hard to eat, swallow and even digest. They are almost impossible to name either. So here is one of those indescribable feelings that you…
AUTHOR:
MARIE SEVS
The warming cold (collaborative writing with Oksana Lebedniva)
(by Oksana Lebedivna)
a curly Armenian
a curly poetess
with lips of a rosehip
with face like snow
on the skin of a mountain
~
long time ago
a mountain river
eroded your straight hair
like banks
and washed your…
Wings
Will my wings be cut off tomorrow
If I don’t hold on to everyone of you.
Will my wings be cut off tomorrow and
Fly away with all of you.
All of you…
Your body is my canvas
Your body is my canvas.
Your eyes deep as the galaxy,
Your smile brighter than the sun.
Your body must be your canvas as well?
Your body is a canvas.
But I don’t choose…
I’ll never do that to Esther
You said her soul has no depth, her mind is empty, she’s not smart. I wouldn’t say that to Esther. If I ever do, may I be cursed.
You laughed…
No borders, just boxes
She thinks in English, embraces her Armenianness and thinks of Russian as lyrical. She puts those languages into different boxes and opens them one by one. Sometimes quickly, sometimes…
Balance, Harmony and Chaos
Do chaos and harmony exist apart from each other?
She is sitting by the wall, warming up the floor under her, freezing badly.
She is in harmony. At that specific moment…
A writer is born a writer.
“A writer is born a writer,” she says with excited eyes and a calm tone. She’s full of life, full of understandings. All I am sensing are her positive,…
Plan. Get anxious. Get it done.
Cracking your knuckles.
Oh dear…
That won’t help.
Eating that chocolate bar
Will only make you fat.
Staring at those flowers
But they are long dead.
Just get down to business
The deadlines won’t wait.
Marie…birdy…just be free
Mary, Maria, Mariam… No, it is just Mari, but preferably written Marie, just as in French . But, what is your real name? Isn’t this just a nickname? They…