Black Foggy Mountains

I am caught on the wind adrift

bound by a grieving sky

still within a restless storm 

buried beneath its striking fire

“Death is woven in with the violets…”

— Virginia Woolf, from ‘The Waves’

I write for the words overfilling my mind

Some small things in this world that I like and am very grateful for #1

Ice

Slipper socks

Sun umbrellas

Portrait of María Hahn - Raimundo de Madrazo y Garreta

“The moon grows out of the hills A yellow flower, The lake is a dreamy bride Who waits her hour.”

— Sara Teasdale, from Stresa; Rivers to the Sea: Poems, 1915

Somedays, my soul yearns

For you, as it spills itself

On my pages, prose or poetry

Words or thorns, just to

Quench itself, it does it all.......

It was true love felt, never true love given

💫 ANNOUNCEMENT: my first book is here! 💫

you can buy 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 through the link below if you're interested (and if you do like it, please consider leaving a review if you've the time).

it has been a dream of mine for so long and now it's a reality (though it does still feel a bit surreal, even as i hold it in my hands). with the help of my talented illustrator—my brother—i am finally able to share it with you all!

this book is essentially my heart and soul and i do hope you find a place for it in yours. thank you for all of your support; your sweet words and appreciation for my poetry has made this journey even more worthwhile.

available formats are paperback and kindle on Amazon. i hope you enjoy! 🥰💫

Victor Nizovtsev, Reflections