Peycho Kanev — The Monarch Review
The Seeker – Peycho Kanev
Monday, November 30, 2015 10:18 — 1 Comment
Looking for a word to describe the world tonight, the way the dark takes hold of the candle’s halo and declares its victory, or a word for the densest darkness oozing oily out of the chimney like the one in Dachau and a third word for the gloomy man standing at the doorway of a dilapidated house and humming a tune for morning to come.
Questions – Peycho Kanev
Saturday, November 5, 2011 13:02 — 0 Comments
On the street, the grizzled, bygone Time stops me and asks:
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What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
