Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...the past faded into the beauty of your presence..."
So hard to say goodbye...
"...Today is the deadline..."
"...sitting on the sand listening to the waves ease onto the shore..."
"...The snared brings the wine..."
"...How does one celebrate 44 years of lack of progress..."
"Rainclouds corset the sky..."
"...as though I know how to go forward..."
"...having trouble catching his breath and climbing stairs..."
"...Gas-masked angels stop jeweled bananas ..."
"...Being patient cannot be likened to being grateful ..."
"My daughter was abandoned at birth..."
"...to observe the inexhaustible power of creation..."
"...I know an arrow comes into it somewhere..."
Peycho Kanev is the author of 12 poetry collections and three chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe.
"You land on the backdrop of mad money laundering..."
"...a fighter, haunting the Palazzo Vecchio..."
"...as if the abyss was here only for me..."
"...faces of my youth flash by me..."
"...for some, fighting to the bitter end comes with the heredity..."
"...all who took this path would too be helplessly entranced..."
"...word by word bite my way back..."
"...No memories, scars left…"
"...you wait for me to change..."
"...nobody knows what will happen next..."
"...perhaps it will come to me in a midnight dream..."
"...When I read you, I read myself..."
"...love every mother wishes for her offspring..."
"...death for me is a cartoon mouse hole in the wall..."
"... Why were you born, my child?..."