23.02.2025 / As long as it takes by Larissa Babij.
I came back to Kyiv on February 12. After a month abroad, the first thing I noticed was how dirty the air was. Overnight russia had attacked Ukraine with 123 Shahed drones + 6 ballistic missiles. Missile fragments had fallen in several Kyiv neighborhoods and killed a person. Read more →
Perfection is:
A fine-wrought phrase
A caress of light and shadow
on a Sensuous Smile
A ridge of peaks
gilded by the Sun
A desert vista
painted by the Moon
An idea
that pierces convention
A melody
that charms the chalice of the Soul
A face
that illuminates your heart.
.
© Kazkar Babiy MCMLXXXIV Venice
when
prisms facet chameleons
where
mimes eulogize allegories of Abraxas
wharving
the Golden Fleece
wherrying
offerings to the burning cross
wailing
messiah clones worry Jerusalem’s Wall
wholly
perverted virgins garrote holy hordes
while
infinity betokes reality’s end and death carves
wonders
on the face of eternity.
© Kazkar Babiy MCMLXXVI Topanga

More than Fifty years ago I was “gifted” an opportunity to travel the length and breadth of the United States – literally from Portland Oregon to Portland Maine, and places in-between, in the company of two artists, then largely unknown outside their individual creative spheres; Irving Broughton, then a professor of Creative Writing at the University of Washington and publisher of a small literary quarterly and Frank Stanford, a poet from Arkansas whose early work had at that time recently been published by Irving’s Mill Mountain Press. This is one story of that journey.Read more →
Dark Places In Past Light
FIN de SIECLE
Two Thousand Eighteen was a year filled with both joy and sorrow; buoyed by success yet scarred by tragedy; suffused with hope but plagued by pessimism; our Future obfuscated by humanity’s obsession with personal gain often at the potential risk of species Omnicide. Read more →