Category: Poems

As I lie on this mattress staring at the ceiling and the fields behind my eyes I think of Anna Akhmatova whose only chance of preserving her poems through the times of persecution was to memorize each one by heart. As I lie awake under…

Mornings here, in this wet valley, are good, the end of the world as it happens isn’t on my mind too often, while I’m attending to more important things: take one pill of euthyrox, place a quarter of doxybactin in the cat’s mouth. Also, feed…

Look, I really would have liked to have put something cold, precise and to the point in front of you, if we don’t have time anyway, the continents are about to drift apart again, and nature can in any case be divided in two,…

the cowherd maiden leads her cows  to graze upon the pasture.  cowherd maiden, lead no cows  to pasture now or after.  cowherd maiden, your gentle cows,  a plague upon their hides,  for woodland bears on the prowl  will split your gentle sides,  will…

I am a ladykiller-girl I carry a penknife in my pocket and wires in my bra I took a mortgage on my heart wanted to build a house together now I’m not even sure if any of those people had ever loved me but I let the past…

I am a terrible eater, the great Hungarian writers,  as we know, bolted down their dinner. In the museum  of Hungarian literature, after the section where Petőfi  comes under bitter attack for his poems, I reached  an exhibition filling several rooms, showcasing our greats’  own…

I learned this from an emo girl  I was fourteen and she sixteen  she was roaring out ‘Lilac Bough’ all off-key and mega sexy  and she said those words  don’t mean a thing  and that only yelling  only yelling’s got a point  FRA-GRANT-LY  she…

aluness. n. 1. A name for the in-between phases of the moon. 2. A state lacking in stimulation, solitariness, a positively experienced sense of loneliness. 3. A fountain erected in the middle of the woods which suspends its babbling on sensing any movement at all.   aortid …

The cut flowers stink of pizza  when there’s mixed delivery, and the packaging   of the COVID test recalls the garlicky   cucumber salad, like how dreams  and waking can get mixed up together.  I waver, still half-asleep, should I  mention Wolt1 by name in my…

Let’s get going, the lights are harsh, over there, look, check out all those pics  At the chemical plant crates of geraniums, deer in the rape fields, ears pricked  In a sidecar a side of ham, garden gnomes in the mason’s yard, poplar trees …