The warming cold (collaborative writing with Oksana Lebedniva) By Marie Sevs on November 25, 2018 (by Oksana Lebedivna)a curly Armeniana curly poetesswith lips of a rosehipwith face like snowon the…
deconstruct By Maryna Smahina on November 19, 2018 нам бы на москву, пусть десять раз она неладназакинуть надо б контрабандой пару контейнеров тепла– Mumiy Trollconflict is a construct we buildbored…
My Body Is a Garden By Maryna Smahina on November 18, 2018 My body is a garden. I bear this big juicy fruit inside it. I can feel it in…
when god closes one eye By Maryna Smahina on November 18, 2018 when god closes one eyehe opens the otherand high in the mountainsthe sun starts arisingblinking – he’s smilinghearing…
liquid day By Maryna Smahina on November 16, 2018 one splash of wateron your face in the morningone cup of coffeein its instant gloryone glass of watera couple of snowflakesafter…
Lullaby By Maryna Smahina on November 15, 2018 sing for melull me with songsof the high seas;cradle melike a traingoing through the coastsof blue Greece;be a mantrawith neither beginning nor…
Sirun and Her Beauty By Maryna Smahina on November 14, 2018 This is Sirun and I just met her. Her name means beautiful in Armenian. Sirun works at the hotel.…
On Road Trips, Characters, and Destiny By Maryna Smahina on November 13, 2018 One of my all-time favorite movies is Interstate 60: Episodes of the Road. You might have not watched…
The Landscapes of Our Identities By Maryna Smahina on November 12, 2018 There is a theory stating that our personalities are highly affected by the landscapes in which we are…