There lives a man in winter’s midst
With snowdrifts higher than barren
Trees and skies like frosted roads. The stars
Are veiled, the moon a memory,
And the sun a ghost beyond
Reach… … More Shades of White
Once we embraced
With fire and fervor
And eyes like stars beyond
The void… … More Stars Beyond the Void
Ragged, white scars carve
Swollen streams in my skin,
Where once your fingers strayed.
Tender were your kisses. Tender
Now the skin they painted… … More As Your Heart Passes
I had friends once. No one knows their names anymore, though, not even their parents. They’ve all been forgotten. Forgotten to any god or devil or man. Forgotten even by time and space itself. Remember their names. … More The Void Dweller
I sing your praisesOn a flattened tongueWithout grace or tactOr grandeur. Not with the greatestLines from the sweetest lipsCould your beauty findA tune to fit. And mineAre rough, raucous, reachingLike eyes in a starless night.Every lyric is longing, Every stanza strainingIn light of your fair face. My wordsAre weak and wastedOn a woman,With whom no … More I Sing Your Praises
I dreamt of seasThat sparkled in sunWith a salted breeze softOn my cheek. The wavesWhispered in foreign tongues,And beckoned me onAnd on. But in day,The ocean trembledAs a tempest tossed the surf.My boat bent, and my sailsSnapped while the currentEnforced its will.Adrift, alone, I dreamt of springIn a valley glazedWith green. Sparrows sangIn the shade … More I Dreamt
People watch with wonder
As they fall
In tumbling droves… … More Leaves will Fall
And so the Motherland calls me back. It’s been 5 years since I traveled to Russia as a study abroad student. The temperature was -20°F on that brisk winter night I arrived in St. Petersburg. Not even the locals braved the city streets. And yet, as I stared out of the frost-encrusted windows, St. Petersburg stunned me with its colorful, European architecture and numerous, icy canals. It was inevitable. I would fall in love with the city, the country, and the people. And I did. … More A Return to Russia
In regards to the Yakutia Incident, much doubt has been placed on my official statements and testimony. The cynical among you have cited the slightest of contradictions in my accounts and even noted supposed tics in my body language as evidence of deceit. And so it follows that accusations have been made of criminal activity and cover-up. I have done my best to ignore these accusations since they are baseless and thus could not ever manifest into official charges. Yet, it has become clear to me in recent days that these conspiracy theories have generated undue curiosity in the incident, curiosity which could prove quite dangerous. As this was my chief concern when fabricating my statements, let me address the Yakutia Incident with utmost transparency. The truth, I hope, will deter further inquisition. … More The Yakutia Incident
Half-sung praises
Sound in silence
Where an echo finds room to grow. … More Silence
He Who Wanders 