Tag: Emilia Mirazchiyska

I came into contact with the artist Mark Wingrave through our shared interest in the work of Ukrainian poet Olga Bragina. Reading a couple...

These photo albums span the decades: wartime, marriage, early years in Canada. The sounds of Dutch swell within me. I read a language I knew and forgot— “J’s”...

video: a russian soldier in the snow instead of a face a raw flesh hole this is russia instead of a face a hole...

there’s no getting out of here since it’s too close to shoot war after peace to grope for your body among those like us expelled...

on the street below the tanks rolled on like congealing lava you grab the backpack you prepared a week ago and add your mother's antique salt cellar then rail...

I'll kill you – a person once said half the audience laughed and half paled in fear I pivotted my head along my nape and nodded sideways – to...

I don’t see why you must remember 1980s Kyiv the white walls the sterile windows of the churches the empty silence the lines of white bandages...

planes scream over the city the inhabitants poured into the school yard are we in hell or do we get a pass this time? над городом ревут...

Who said that the words have no value now? Our words that are being written in the air with an incandescent iron of breath, that are clotted...

My river was once unseparated. Was Colorado. Red — fast flood. Able to take        anything it could wet—in a wild rush—                                  all the way to...