Eugenia lives in America’s Pacific Northwest with her poet husband and a clowder of cats. Small collections of her poetry include: On a Planet Called Earth, Instructions for the Apocalypse, People Live Here (Origami Poems Project), Pamyat Celo (premier poets chapbook series) and if apple juice were oil/Poetry Is (POEMS-FOR-ALL). She archives her analog photography and cassette-taped interviews (East Bay to Eastern Europe) via small press books, journals and zines. You can find her here.
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- Poetry
I have fallen in love with winter, /
with the day that ends at 3:45 in the afternoon. //
with the man striding along the path grasping /
a pink plastic bag that glows incandescent /
although it only contains dish soap /
and the cat food he carries home after work …
- Poetry
...you wonder again about the soul, /
Where it hides, where it ventures. /
There's always one you have to bring to oblivion...
- Poetry
I wanted to be gray-faced /
and hated by the Yankees /
in the suburbs past Carleton.
- Poetry
Once he’d made the long, impetuous trip, /
once we were there, evening air billowing my skirt /
over the Pacific, surf sweeping like brushes over drums, /
I knew we’d marry.
- Poetry
By Kris Spencer
I lived by a river with tides unresolved /
Under the house a sewer under a wooden board it ran /
Sometimes a tapping sometimes a hum in the night like a motor
- Poetry
By Christopher Chambers
and I dream of a young woman from Prague /
standing beside a red motorcycle as if so much /
depended upon it...
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