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Peycho Kanev
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poems

Peycho Kanev
 

Born in Silistra, Bulgaria, Peycho Kanev is the author of four poetry collections and two chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawai'i Review, Barrow Street, Off The Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review.

@PeychoKanev

Decision

 

It is up to you now: guess

 

which one of my three hearts lives

in this world or in the other three

 

worlds for which no one knows

 

anything, not even you. And I’m

not saying that I’m not looking in the eyes

 

you see me with.

 

My skin is a wrinkled indigo paper,

a mirror of the night sky.

 

You’ll have to plow deeper than that

 

with your tongue. Because each

constellation keeps its own secrets

 

within the shadows, and all life

comes down to principle:

 

you just have to be there.

a Painting of а Suicide

 

How this world exists within a frame

containing death

 

or life from the other side: precious,

nothing.

 

Here I am: drinking red wine in a chipped

cup

 

and the cat sleeps in my lap, a curled

question mark.

 

And I feel a step from the other

side: fragile glass

 

and heart.

 

Here you are, though somewhere

my

 

dreams can't reach you,

but you know…

 

This wine I drink now is paint

mixed

 

with memories, smeared

on the paper of our skins.

At the Black Sea

 

I’m standing at the shore and looking at this dark

vastness. Is this a mirror or just my imagination

playing dirty tricks one me? Take it easy now.

I know that the sea is dead and it always has been.

To be alive is to breathe, to have eyes, and to look

in every crevice of this world. But in my own world

I’m the one who is constantly watched, and that

is why I plunge my head below the water and open

my eyes to see this deadness, but something looks

back at me.

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