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Raspberries

by Kseniia Leonteva on

having crushed a batch in our hands   we calculate the cost of   bathing in raspberries. the delight of   the impractical – a limousine to   the catskills – won’t...

Cotard’s syndrome

by Kseniia Leonteva on

late summer sun no longer paints   her slender, sloping shoulders. it has been replaced   with a fluorescent bulb. the flowers,   too, are plastic cloth in plastic grass. coffee...

Lyfe :)

by Xenia Leo on

It’s all one beautiful game A game of lost and found Sometimes It all takes a different meaning when you don’t label it anything You just feel it...

We hold a secret

by Xenia Leo on

We hold a secret kinship with the dark... we belonged to her in conversation, long before the sun rays ever kissed our skin. The dark knows us more...

If I had a chance to create the world anew..

by Xenia Leo on

If I had a chance to create the world anew, what would I do? I’d start with myself. I’d dive into every connection with sheer, unbridled expression, and...

Drinking you

by Xenia Leo on

Should I pour you, like the cream In my cup of earl grey tea? Would you shine like sparkly beam In my dark and muddy sea? Can I...

Why something good turns into nothing?

by Xenia Leo on

Why something good turns into nothing? Why fires die when it rains? All that I want is to fall without crushing, And your steady hand writing our names....

Awe

by Xenia Leo on

With every breath there is a step We overcome to grow - Flows wide and laser keen It raises us with the awe.   Flourish, thrive and dive...