YOUTH WASTED ON THE YOUNG BUT NOTALGIA IS THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH.

Poetry

Russia

Her skin is snow white. With a hint of red from an occasional day in the sun.
The Ballad of Jack and Rose Part 2 — Jack

The Ballad of Jack and Rose Part 2 — Jack

When I die you will die with me. But you will be reborn.
The Ballad of Jack and Rose Part 1 — Rose

The Ballad of Jack and Rose Part 1 — Rose

I was old when I was born. And I get younger with age.
Roommates

Roommates

We shared an apartment. Even the same bed. We did not have sex. But we still made love.
Pascha

Pascha

From my bed. I watched the moon. Stumble through the night. Into the morning, hungover.

Naked Soul, Naked Skin

Your head rests gently. Upon my shoulder. Against my neck. Underneath my chin.
The Diary of Alexandra Mokosh

The Diary of Alexandra Mokosh

He crossed the borders of my heart. Audaciously and without permission.
Great Lent

Great Lent

There is a suffering greater than the pain of a sick body or a broken heart.
Art

Art

Art is, by nature, a seduction. Beauty is eroticism of the soul.
My Favorite Photographer

My Favorite Photographer

She has lips that have not been kissed in some time.
We were once children...

We were once children...

We were once children. And we could be again. In fact, we still are.
Eternity Awaits

Eternity Awaits

I am just as afraid as you are. We both lock the kitchen door to the garage before bed.