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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 anthologized 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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Not a Love Song

Your breath, from north to south.

Slumber is youth. Minutes, in halves,
splash eyelashes.

There: a warbler,
a traveler toward the untoward.
Skeleton curtains,
stained eyes, re-planeted.

Searchers are orphans. All kisses
become twisted loneliness.
And envelopes,
and keys.