1 Jul 2026, 11:10 UTC≈3,190 views39 reactions4 Starsread 8 August 2026 Post /
An unfinished letter to my Grandma—
she would never listen to my stories,
feeding me her perfect barley porridge
with meat, picking bone after bone
with Grandad, or recalling basketball
days in post-war Leningrad, her
handsome coach who died, that captain,
fleet or army, who dared resist
the charms of her blonde braids and how
she married “just to spite him,” or that day
in Yalta when she had a chance to be
u…
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22 May 2026, 08:07 UTC≈6,660 views32 reactions3 Starsread 8 August 2026 Video
Have you tried sitting on it?
Live at Bocasu
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25 Apr 2026, 19:51 UTC≈8,330 views27 reactions8 Starsread 8 August 2026 File
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25 Apr 2026, 19:51 UTC≈7,290 views27 reactions1 Starread 8 August 2026 Photo
Single Issues \
When AI takes away all words,
at least we'll always have our pictures.
When AI takes away all pics,
at least we'll always have the music.
When —
time to learn to keep our secrets.
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23 Feb 2026, 12:58 UTC≈11,500 views87 reactions60 Starsread 8 August 2026 Have you tried sitting on it? /
I was trying to finish a poem.
The poem was trying to finish me.
We both reached the end of language –
where he begins and I stop –
and stood breathing,
eyeing one another with contempt.
Him refusing to become whole,
me refusing to pull any further
by his lank hair. "I will disauthor you!"
The smug toad belches, not blinking.
You try dragging that stupid head,
tongue stuck in concrete…
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4 Feb 2026, 15:36 UTC≈13,100 views40 reactions17 Starsread 8 August 2026 Night Closing In /
Now, as the sky turns pink, chase
everyone else out of your skin
to see how violet it can get all by yourself
before the pre-OLED screen blackness
puts a lid on us, before
the green spaces release the sulphur
from this day’s recycled waters,
before white glare infests construction sites,
before the Gulf retreats from sight
and leaves the sound to the hotels
and villas squeezing empty beaches.
@v…
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30 Dec 2025, 23:41 UTC≈15,100 views46 reactions61 Starsread 8 August 2026 Photo
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3 Nov 2025, 13:18 UTC≈19,200 views48 reactions110 Starsread 8 August 2026 Pine Scented Night /
An empty pool of frog,
behind a brick wall in Antibes.
A window with a slice of ceiling,
ceiling fan, its groping shadow.
An accelerating van
to rip in two the croaking,
dwindling taillights as it
sneaks together at the break.
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26 Aug 2025, 07:13 UTC≈24,300 views63 reactions4 Starsread 8 August 2026 Sun Salutation /
The deep East of night
slowly shallows and soon
golf-club lakes will collect
pools of sky, quenching,
drowning the lights of my city —
so present an hour ago —
in the mist of a morning,
and sending me crawling
to bed from my yoga mat.
Fancy that: Sun salutations
have summoned the actual star.
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22 Aug 2025, 09:52 UTC≈22,000 views45 reactions3 Starsread 8 August 2026 Don't believe the hype /
Upon these shores
the hunters and the fishers
built their pile-homes,
sharpened arrowheads
and spearheads
made of local stone,
until their Bronze Age started,
something like 5000 years ago.
Imagine those first tools,
made of a flimsy metal:
some would be enthralling,
some — no match
for good old stone.
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20 Aug 2025, 09:04 UTC≈19,200 views42 reactions55 Starsread 8 August 2026 New Message /
Back when the words were real:
a frost to break a bough in half,
a wind to peel off walls — a kiss
to make a dead heart catch a beat,
surprised, a kiss to make a city
catch the plague and never notice,
nor regret, a kiss to make you
cry, evaporate and fall to Earth
as rain. Each sentence hissed
and sputtered like a tear
in boiling oil when only steppe
was plain, when clarity could spoil
a lifetime of n…
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25 Jul 2025, 13:02 UTC≈18,900 views55 reactions3 Starsread 8 August 2026 Oxygen /
Three hundred seconds
spent observing the far end
of your Parisian RER,
the bark-like pattern left
by long-dried lines of droplets
on the glass, the kiwi marmalade
synthetic fabric of the headrests,
rubbings on the floors and corners
left by a fair share of the 47
million tourists (and their luggage)
passed through here this year alone.
Twenty five minutes, only watching:
clouds, the concrete domes
of Char…
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