Eye-Moon Crescent in Morocco
Valery Oisteanu
The eyelid of the moon just opened
The wind is never quiet in the desert
Dunes of no return, caravans not ever stopping
Where rain falls invisible leaving no trace
Shape shifting humps reveal a sphinx
At the edge of a...
where night and day become one—the french poems /1983-2017 by Steve Dalachinsky—review
Valery Oisteanu
where night and day become one
the french poems /1983-2017
by Steve Dalachinsky
Great Weather for Media, NYC, 2018
Steve Dalachinsky is a poet /cultural reporter of our time, not only via his essays, but also through...
Narcoleptic Blues
Valery Oisteanu
Narcoleptic blues
To Ruth
Sleeping poems burning in my brain
“Solitude” tarot card cries out love supreme
Submerged ice flows turning to blood
Rising and melting through twisted clouds
Waves carry the tsunami tow...
Yevgeny Yevtushenko Has Left the Planet
Valery Oisteanu
Yevgeny Yevtushenko has Left the Planet
On a quiet Saturday in Tulsa, Oklahoma
A Russian poet dies, smiling in his dream
All his life he waited for springtime
But spring never arrived, only sounds
The sound of wind w...
The Loneliness of a Lost Horseshoe
Valery Oisteanu
The Loneliness of a Lost Horseshoe
I did not dream a broken bone, a hole in my foot
But my limbs suffered from accidental falls
Biographers would be seduced by my pain-blues
I have shattered my toes, some of them twic...
