Tomorrow Evening

Aleksey Porvin Translated by Peter Golub The shadows move into the soft dust, not having rested on the rigid surface; their dark muscles stretch with the hush of wheels. Shut the lumens in the din of cars… they settle themselves, they wait for the beginning of the happy dream, regarding the arrival. All those who… More


Aleksey Porvin Translated by Peter Golub Memory moves, like chalk on asphalt, drawing us: back and forth, again forward and back – how the ocean is born, the sky with a bird’s wing in the window. And white light comes to the still face. Sharp contour, bright eyes, the way it was here, will remain… More