On saying “Good Morning” after dinner

By Yuriy Khimanin
we talk about love across
phone lines
love across oceans
love across continents
that hold each other in fists
we hold each other in pixels
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The Dancer and her Muse.

Watercolour and Acrylic on Posterboard: 2011.

stomp, step, feel

– you lie beautifully. the lamp shines liquid gold on your
skin as smooth as brass-perhaps,
which they rub and rub and rub to clean you, to purify
the soul in your eyes which roll up and down and side
to side as if they see through me and behind me, tracing over my
clavicle, your eyelashes flicker on me, around the edges
of my lips into my flesh. you lie beautifully;
rasas line your face, each wrinkle bordered in bhayanaka-black
a threatening green and krodha-red, widening
your eyes, the purity they created reflects me
instead- eyeliner lashes up and out in
vengeance ready to stab my
heart over and over in return for ruining you. Continue reading “The Dancer and her Muse.”

On Falling Out of Love.

It’s easy to fall in love. It happens quickly, almost unnaturally. That’s why we call it “falling” to begin with, right? It has gravity on its side. One day, you’re not in love and the next day, you are. The world changes abruptly. The same mundane sights you pass day after day suddenly seem to compete for attention. Everything is worth your touch and everything receives it. Continue reading “On Falling Out of Love.”

Instructions on Falling in Love.


Love in secret, quietly, with an overlay of silence over the violin dub.  Hell, don’t even voice the word until it’s dark enough to see your shadow. Even then, whisper it. Cup your fingers over your lips, breathe in deeply and slowly let it go; let it flow into the insides your lungs, allow it to linger in your mouth like minty cigarette smoke on cold winter evenings. Continue reading “Instructions on Falling in Love.”