Spring 2010, Volume 8

Poetry by Peycho Kanev

Something to Forget

The night falls down like an axe—

Two seasons collide in me.
Winter—How much I hate you!

Frozen flowers for the eternal bees
dying beneath the locked sun,

and butterflies with threatened colors
hiss across the lawn

Bit by bit, I grow cold like the body
of tomtit in the mouth of a cat,

not caring for the fireflies or
the suffering of the world.

The next morning will be dark
and maybe the clouds will be impenetrable,

so I wait…
With nothing else to do.

Springtime—hummingbird soul,
you no longer warm me.


BIO: Peycho Kanev's work has been published in Welter, The Catalonian Review, 322 Review, The Arava Review, Nerve Cowboy, Chiron Review, Tonopah Review, Mad Swirl, Southern Ocean Review, The Houston Literary Review and many others. He is nominated for a Pushcart Award and lives in Chicago. His new collaborative collection "r", containing poetry by him and Felino Soriano, as well as photography from Duane Locke and Edward Wells II is now available at Amazon.com