by Nancy Machlis Rechtman He told me that my eyesWere stars twinkling in the nightAnd when he kissed me he murmuredThat my lips were the sweet petals of roses. My heart became the flutterOf birds’ wings soaring through the treesAnd his wordsWere the silky balm on my wounded soul. “Your…
By Maria Lipiskova Translated by Martin Zlatev It can be black and white as a poem about the women reflected in the eyeglasses moving over the flat shadows of this winter Peterburg with black shoes like scissors in which the steps entered their black hands and black gestures in the…