Anastasia Radievska



backyard, earlwood

on Sunday afternoon, the smoke alarm won’t stop despite the neighbours who don’t live there coming and finally finding it in the red bin, head high above the fence to ask me for forgiveness – it is easy to join …

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Victory (1917)

what did the sun feel like that armed October day – did your dried skin breathe between Nevskiy and Liteyny? did your hair stand on ending when you saw in those new men a light refracted full a future danced …

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