Yuriy Tarnawsky
The Pain Machain
By Yuriy TarnawskyI was for some reason in Puerto Vallarta -- I can't remember why -- and found myself at a garden party
A Surchild
By Yuriy TarnawskyThrough the sound of water flowing, as if through that of lips whispering softly in my ear, I could hear the voice call my name, stubbornly, over and over, flying high up into the sky, not finding me there, then diving down toward the earth and spreading out along it to look for me among the houses, trees, and bushes crowned by the shiny, new, still not fully formed leaves, to finally find me perched on the trunk of a tree leaning over the water, my favorite spot for watching it slip away into the mysterious, longed-for unknown.