Artem Tolstukhin (b.1981) Ukrainian
French Autumn
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In the Evening, William Reichard
The night air is filled
with the scent of apples,
and the moon is nearly full.
In the next room, Jim
is reading; a small cat sleeps
in the crook of his arm.
The night singers are loud,
proclaiming themselves
every evening until they run
out of nights and die in
the cold, or burrow down into
the mud to dream away the winter.
My office is awash in books
and photographs, and the sepia/pink
sunset stains all its light touches.
I’ve never been a good traveler,
but there are days, like this one,
when I’d pay anything to be in
another country, or standing on
the cold, grey moon, staring back
at the disaster we call our world.
We crave change, but
turn away from it.
We drown in contradictions.
Tonight, I’ll sleep
blanketed in moonlight.
In my dreams, I’ll have
nothing to say about anything
important. I’ll simply live my life,
and let the night singers live theirs,
until all of us are gone.
I won’t say a word, and let
silence speak in my stead.
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November captures - books and coffee is fuelling this summer.
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LÉON - Falling Apart (Audio)
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January 3 2020…A dreamy distant photo of Mt. Cook
Travelling for so long is funny. The ELO lyric “watching all the days go by, who are you and who am i?” keeps floating through my head.
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A little window just for take-away coffee, hidden down a side-street ✨
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