birds come home from
paradise and sing songs
the silence recedes

***
Angst
Angst
Angst
Angst
Angst
AngstAngst
AngstAngst
AngstAngst
AngstAngst
AngstAngst
AngstAngstAngst
AngstAngstAngst
AngstAngstAngst
AngstAngstAngst
AngstAngstAngst

аnd I’m not scared anymore

***
the fields
what's lurking out there

nothing
It's been a month of war

***
what the tear hides
spring is playing hide and seek

а winter feeling creeps into my heart
а tear freezes and doesn't dry up

inside the child the wizard dies
and becomes an adult

***
You don't come home
You don't come to the neighbors
You don't come to me
You don't come to your senses
You can't take out the trash
You don't clean your ears

Looks like I died
Inside your head

Mandatory link to the source «You don't come home»:https://issuu.com/tiptonpoetryjournal/docs/tpj52 

***
This poem smells blue
| | |
The color of wrinkles in the sky
¶
Black shapes in clear water
∆
This verse will be picked up by crows in the morning
And they will be thrown from heaven
On icy concrete heart rocks
~
All in vain
.

Winner of the international competition «Art Against Drugs», bronze medalist of the festival Chestnut House, laureate of the literary competition named after Tyutyunnik. Nominated for Pushcart Prize.

Published in the journals “Dzvin”, “Ring A”, “Polutona”, “Rechport”, “Topos”, “Articulation”, “Formaslov”, “Colon”, “Literature Factory”, “Literary Chernihiv”, Tipton Poetry Journal , Stone Poetry Journal, Divot journal , dyst journal, Superpresent Magazine, Allegro Poetry Magazine,  Alternate Route , Better Than Starbucks Poetry & Fiction Journal, Littoral Press , Book of Matches , on the portals “Literary Center” and “Soloneba”, in the “Ukrainian literary newspaper”, Ice Floe Press.