un

coffee and water
cold nose of a cat a couple
jumping jacks
ina lamp lit room
old oak desk
i have had for a quarter
century this silence
amid brief blasts
of furnace

chess

not even nabokov by the light of a coal miner’s headlamp can deter them. the child prodigy. blindfolded. paraded all around europe by those who wish to profit. these tumultuous nights and dreams…i am paraded around the same. i awake to cry my heart out before sinking back reluctantly into sleep. there are a couple pieces left on the board. cat on a windowsill. sentry. the tea candle has burned off. the lover. answers my call, day or night. take me. i am your queen.

still life ’19

summer got diluted by the stained glass. some kids were playing chess in the soft light behind but they were young and they weren’t really playing chess they were just playing. a fish in a bowl swam the circumference and filled the form. the heat lost its arrogance on the sill. we made the most of it. the dog asleep. the cat, up high and still.  -katya