Wings By Marie Sevs on November 19, 2018 Will my wings be cut off tomorrowIf I don’t hold on to everyone of you.Will my wings be cut off tomorrow andFly…

Your body is my canvas By Marie Sevs on November 18, 2018 Your body is my canvas.Your eyes deep as the galaxy,Your smile brighter than the sun.Your body must be…

I’ll never do that to Esther By Marie Sevs on November 17, 2018 You said her soul has no depth, her mind is empty, she’s not smart. I wouldn’t say…

No borders, just boxes By Marie Sevs on November 16, 2018 She thinks in English, embraces her Armenianness and thinks of Russian as lyrical. She puts those languages into different…

That wine bottle By Marie Sevs on November 15, 2018 There are feelings that are hard to eat, swallow and even digest. They are almost impossible to name either. So…

Balance, Harmony and Chaos By Marie Sevs on November 15, 2018 Do chaos and harmony exist apart from each other? Do chaos and harmony exist apart from each other?She is…

A writer is born a writer. By Marie Sevs on November 14, 2018 “A writer is born a writer,” she says with excited eyes and a calm tone. She’s full…

Plan. Get anxious. Get it done. By Marie Sevs on November 13, 2018 Cracking your knuckles.Oh dear…That won’t help.Eating that chocolate barWill only make you fat.Staring at those flowersBut they…

Marie…birdy…just be free By Marie Sevs on November 12, 2018 Mary, Maria, Mariam… No, it is just Mari, but preferably written Marie, just as in French . But, what is…