I can’t feel anything but the dim twisted lights and the history of the man full of lies and death and falseness I would like to see some perfect woman bathing under the heavy rain like some distressed goddess but I don’t allow myself to come close to the miracles of this world because I … More I can’t feel anything by Peycho Kanev

the impossibility of this sad world is the impossibility of my sad laughing dying soul to be happy, although I am surrounded by smiling and singing faces, and they try to put cheerful tunes in my mouth but my heart refused them and the suicidal seeds in my stomach are dancing… you can try to … More my laughing dying soul by peycho kanev

lost in the world lost in the word oh, my presumption of the present and, yes, my hands like anthills strangling this tiny place that I exist, bring me the light of your torch, because I toss back the Lie of The Art and the falseness of God and Time, crawl with me into tomorrow … More something like a snake, something like a knife by peycho kanev

Crippled with arthritis and Alzheimer’s, in a dark rented room, Charley plays melancholic melodies on a dust filled harmonica he found abandoned on a playground of sand years ago by a handful of children playing on monkey bars. He now goes to the bathroom on occasion, relieving himself takes forever; he feeds the cat when he … More Charley Plays a Tune by Michael Lee Johnson

Crippled with arthritis and Alzheimer’s, in a dark rented room, Charley plays melancholic melodies on a dust filled harmonica he found abandoned on a playground of sand years ago by a handful of children playing on monkey bars. He now goes to the bathroom on occasion, relieving himself takes forever; he feeds the cat when he … More Charley Plays a Tune by Michael Lee Johnson