Broken Hands

Sunday, 16 April 2023 00:00

A little piece about our constructed sense of the future, our need not only to believe in it but to make it happen, our desire to be eternal.




Broken Hands


In the Indo-European language

there was no future tense.

We carved the future


with hammers, chisels, and might. 


Our hands bled over the earth

they stained the stone, the cold messenger

announcing our triumph 

over time

we would be gone

only to return

as a participle.

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To catch a dream

Thursday, 16 March 2023 00:00

A sad song wrapped in pink. I know microfiction and micropoetry exist, so here I introduce the micro-song. It's quite addictive when on repeat.



To Catch a Dream


You set your traps

from wall to wall


in small corners

in the dark


but don't you know

that you can't catch a dream?


The dream catches you.




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Chapter II

Thursday, 09 March 2023 00:00

I used this nice photo (which is one of my odes to the public space) as a prompt and wrote chapter II of of a yet unnamed series of poems (here is chapter I). Unlike fight (which might by the way, be chapter 0), instead of the image here it's the text that is moving. It's the first time that I'm experimenting with animated text and I must say that I like the idea a lot.




#chapter II


We sat together.

A body's gap between us

for the wind to roam free.


We hummed an old song

in false notes. The wind

sang along.


An eternal second

– a good company.



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