“Everything is mine” by Mykyta Ryzhykh

Everything is mine. Everything rots like a tub of sleep. The sky receives steamships sinking somewhere on the horizon of an imaginary sea. All sold. All the talents of the faith of despair bathe on the shores of beastly grief. Steal from talent. I steal from myself. I’m stealing from talent. Stealing from others. I…

“The time saved…” by Mykyta Ryzhykh

The time saved is taken to the graveNobody wants to die without grains of sand minutes in their pockets The river carries bodies like logs into the night hoodAnd under the hood hides a stranger with the face of death Sundial fades into darknessThe cage of the body opens wide because people are birds A man finds himself…

“Copper night knocks” by Mykyta Ryzhykh

The back of the head asks”What street is this?”This is not a street,This is the whole life.Here at the ageOf 4 I drank sleeping pills,At 14 I lost my virginity,At 24 I lost my family,At 34 my father died—Thank God, my father died.Now I’m free with the cry of a newborn.I’m single, like when I…