OSF. The heart Of Robin Hood

OSF. The heart Of Robin Hood

Golden Gates

Golden Gates

Morning on top of mark

Morning on top of mark

Avenue of the Giants

Avenue of the Giants

Monday, November 17, 2008

Post by the road

Post by the road stands unblinking
in ragged remnants of forgotten
like dying saint
his body pierced
with thousands of staples, pins and nails
He calls with hope and
vends the glory
and offers deals
and sells
at a discount
both self
and everything in a garage and home

post by the road’s deadly wounded
with biting cold of cruel lonely nights
and rains
and the indifference of the passers-by
Each crack is bleeding tears
and deep uneven wrinkles
like furrows, each one pregnant with a word

Like soul
that ever wanes in solitude
Like soul that ever
hopes to see

February 24, 2008


To Seva Rzhondkovsky

Like Earth’s blue eye
The deep pond roundly gazes
Into your face
And burns the lips
with thirst,
insatiable sigh of longing,
Or music’s rich elusive balm.
Do not rip strings,
Don’t break the chains
Of lazy afternoon daydreaming,
Allow me yet to linger at the edge
Of the impossible
But lo!
A rider gallops in the distance
And cuts
with a thin blade
of trailing
The periwinkle-painted skies.

November 11, 2008

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Up to my knees in water

Тhe dark clouds gazed intently at the
Earth lashed with incessant rain
On the horizon the cold sunset was playing out its
Daily drama
In splashes of icy blue and slanted rays
of the dying sun
Freezing water up to my knee
I was still standing there
Defiant, staring back,
Eyes to eyes
Among the silver spears
Feebly the sickly ashes clawed at the wind
The squirrel rolled its tiny body into a ball
But the hawk has already risen on the wing
Merciless and unstoppable
like death

March 2, 2008

Childhood memories

the thread is snipped

there is no end and no beginning
and only moment lingers for a while
a sigh
a twinkling of familiar smile
and scent
and sounds
of the abandoned nest
the darkness of the wall is crossed minutely
with pale and fleeting spots
of headlights and the clanking
of glass in dusty metal frames
and tremor under brown leather
of streetcars in the dead of night
the whispers and the odors yellow
that open spheres
to the dark blue sky
that bleeds the light of the unknown suns
anticipation, expectations


a star fell down

February 22, 2008


A blind moiré weaves my soul’s thread
with ancient gnarly fingers
deaf and slow
And in her grip deliberate as midwife’s hand
I tremble head to toe
and hardly dare take a breath

Over the world a caravan of golden fleece
indifferently proceeds to the unknown point
The somber skies anticipating
decline and fall
of the celestial light
seep cold from the waters deep below
and noisy branches
frothing blossoms dream
is leaving
the hand,
and thread
is on the brink of rupture
22 февраля, 2008


I am the gray squirrel
I apologize for being rash,
But you know – the family, children, the nest is leaking;
Winged horror above,
Cold wind in the night,
And obnoxious jays in pursuit of my peanuts.
I am watching you from up high in my tree,
I made a path to your doorstep,
I know your secrets,
I taught you to bring me treats.

You, just like me, enjoy soaking your hairless body in the sun,
Tracing the poplar branches as they rise into the sky
You know the hot lusty power of blood
And sweet pain in the nipples heavy with milk
You know the warm smell of the sleeping kit
And the gnawing fear in the depths of your stomach
When you think that something
Could have happened to him.

Now you, too, share my secrets,
My posterity will own this meadow


Silently rose to meet me
Dark, sullen, aloof
Frowned, bristling with black forests
Shoulder to shoulder
Steep cliffs and cold
pools mirrors of melting ice
and blackened tree stumps among the pristine white
The basalt bones
Rip open the soft velvet of soil
Leaf buds are still a-slumber,
Perching on frozen branches
A she-deer is slowly trudging through this field of whiteness
Spring is not yet come

The Rain in the Night

Creeping softly on the overgrown lawn
Caressing drooping limbs heavy with foliage
The night rain
Planted his transparent kisses
Breathing life
Where the hope of spring was gone
Shedding dry leaves
And sticking out sharp elbows
Of broken branches
The ivy stretching like a lazy cat,
Jumped on the fence and
Hunched there,
Untamed, attentive, fierce
The dark towering pines
Abjectedly turned their backs to the wind,
Slow, magical
Old witches
The rain was drumming with its tiny icy hammers
On the other side of the looking glass
Of my pond
I laid me down on the bottom
I am still waiting

Lights of Color

The lights trembled at the fingertips of graceful
Magnolias dreaming in a pose of a palace dancer
Chestnut trees barely awake
Stretched the pale candles of the new foliage
Tulips in complete abandonment burned their bonfires
The ravenous grass bit into the asphalt
And the sakura unfolded her foamy sleeves
Cold retreated in the face of this teeming life
Poured down as rain
Fell down as hale
And rose again as the foggy breath
On the lips of the waking earth.
A slug thoughtfully moved its semitransparent horns
Stretching its tiny body towards some private mysterious goal
A lady bug timidly moved its orange wings,
Dragging the black lace on the edge of my palm
I was the earth and the grass
In my eyes blossomed the constellations
Time has retreated
For awhile

Summer cannot possibly last

I say to myself summer cannot possibly linger
Yellow worry-free days
And peaches from a green plastic pail
Up to the elbows in sweet lazy juice
Warm shadows, and ringing
Of the trickling water from rusty old tins
Nailed to the heavily breathing dark wooden wheel
And fragrance of mint with a touch
Of bonfire

When August is bleeding to death
in the dust
the old shrunken cherries are still filled with sweetness
But the summer cannot possibly last

I love these movies!

  • The Fall, directed by Tarsem
  • Amelie, directed by Jean-Pierre Jennet
  • Lord of the Rings, directed by Peter Jackson
  • Moulan Rouge, directed by Baz Luhrman
  • Moonsoon Wedding, directed by Mira Nair
  • Australia, directed by Baz Luhrman
  • Despereately seeking Susan, directed by Susan Seidelman
  • Miss Pettigrew lives for a day, directed by Bharat Nalluri

Favorite books and authors

  • Boris Vassiliev, historical novels
  • C.Cherryh, Morgaine Sagas
  • Ch.Dickens, The Bleak House
  • George Martin, The Chronicles of Ice and Fire
  • Gregory Frost, Shadow Bridge novels
  • Heinrich Mann, Henry the IV
  • J.R.R.Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
  • Jane Austin, Pride and Prejudice, Persuasion, Emma
  • Robert Jordan, The Wheel of Time
  • Sir Thomas Mallory, Le Mort D'Artur
  • Ted Williams, Green Angel Tower
  • Terry Goodkind, Magician's First Rule and the following books in this saga
  • Thomas Mann, Joseph and his Brothers