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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Anatoly Kudryavitsky is living in Dublin, Ireland. He has published four collections of his poetry, and the fifth is due from MadHat Press later this year. His poems have also appeared in Oxford Poetry, Poetry Ireland Review, The Prague Revue, Plume, The American Journal of Poetry, The Honest Ulsterman, Cyphers, Diaphanous, Stride, Otoliths, etc., and have been anthologised and translated into fourteen languages. His latest novel, The Flying Dutchman, was published in the UK by Glagoslav in 2018. He is the editor of SurVision poetry magazine.

Anatoly Kudryavitsky

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The distance that wants to drink
your want;
droplets of birds' blood...
In a few tomorrows' time
we'll add them to the roster.

Smaller than five-terraced mountains
but larger than perennial darkness;
red as Uzbekistan.
Why, what and how?

Phantom is a phantom is a cold kiss.
Tomorrow is a dead man's word.

Half-night, half-resurrection.
And the valleys
digging indigo.