Take Your Sandals Off Your Feet
You are in Ukraine, take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy and the air you are breathing is holy, touching rays on your face, drifting through the noise of madness from the other side of the dark, still, the lips touch the air and this body is a foreign language addressing a foreign world, and its foreign skies. I say, take a deep breath, my love, let us embrace this great void as an old friend, perhaps then we shall discover each other far on the other side of alone. Have you heard a song of braves? Take your sandals off your feet, the place when you’re standing is holy, every grain is the heart of a child, the grain of truth— breathing through the golden shadows. Have you heard the laughs and smells? This is the greatest afternoon of freedom.
Love Song of Rays
See the rays over there? Did you hear songs? Yes, songs from the frontline? Mariupol. The pearl encircled by rays. Muscovites hate the rays, ray means freedom, they don’t understand freedom, they hate themselves, that’s why they hate the world, hiding faces in the dark. “This is the end, beautiful friend,” remember? We need victory, over the spiritless corps, not just a peace— peace is a luxury, as this second is one more deadly breath of time, we do not have much time for peace, we have time only for victory. Even shadows shake when mother’s voice echoes from far beyond. How can you say peace should give you comfort? Peace does not dwell on the other side of war, but victory. Maybe there is no peace in the world, that’s why we should win. See the voices of kids how colored the ground? Each thing born from those rays is our hope. Who can succeed with all those rays, full of those voices? Rays blow through the blood. Who would like to dictate to you? Who among us is right? Most valuable? Who most resembles God? Have you ever seen God? Touch the rays in Mariupol and you will see. If there is peace deep in the ground, it should feel the fear and joy, If there is peace it should be a memory, but memory is not powerful enough, is not beautiful at all, never forget we are free, that’s why we can see the rays. We can smell the rays, touch them with every beat of our hearts. We are dying, we are living, not complaining, we touched each other with our hearts because we were born in the hearts of each other, because we required life, because we all are in the war. Touch the rays. Peace.
96 Year-Old Man
I was standing alone in front of the stillness of March, not expecting the flow of memories.We are living without love, that’s why the war can’t be measured by history, by ashes, by art. Without today we breathe between yesterday and tomorrow. Do you know something about time? About time, yes, and its insanity? Do you know something about yourself? About me? How I lived? How I loved? What I did? Maybe you can predict future? Time should have some meaning for you. For me it’s insanity. I felt history’s neurasthenia in that very afternoon when I was standing in front of the stillness of March and not expecting the flow of seconds. Nerves of time. I understood and I did not expect to be alive, time is meaningless and it’s suppressing us. I didn't expect to feel that deadly second again, in emptiness, but my heart was able to beat again, my heart is remembering, after centuries, how to beat again in the frozen silence of fears, war, in the raw, cold breeze of the laughs and howl. 96 year-old man. Mr. Romanchenko. Survived the concentration camps: Buchenwald, Peenemünde, Mittelbau-Dora, Bergen-Belsen. Yesterday he was killed by the Russian missile hitting his apartment building in Kharkiv. Russia, the "denazifier," did what the Nazis couldn't do.
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…is a Georgian/American award-winning poet and novelist. The 1st place winner of The Artist Forum Poetry Award in New York 2021, the winner of the Finalist Award in the 2020 Best Book Award National Contest by American Book Fest, the finalist and shortlist winner nominee of the Adelaide Literary Awards for the category of Best Poem, the winner of the Spillwords Poetry Award. He is named as A Literature Luminary by Bowery Poetry, The Stellar Poet by Voices of Poetry, The Incomparable Poet byStatorec, The Brilliant Grace by Headline Poetry & Press and An Extremely Unique Poetic Voice by Cultural Daily.