Ksenia Rychtycka has backpacked through twelve countries in Europe, rescued a wayward parakeet on a winter morning in Ukraine, and received a private viewing of the Dafni Monastery mosaics thanks to a very kind Greek caretaker. Ksenia’s work has appeared in Alaska Quarterly Review, The Dalhousie Review, Santa Fe Literary Review, Wisconsin Review and Yellow Medicine Review. She has recently completed Crossing The Border, a collection of short stories.
Trying to wrap my mind around living on a tropical island for thirteen years and never once seeing the ocean, I stumbled through my Indonesian vocabulary to say, It’s good. It’s big.
A dinosaur dangles over my grandson at the Field Museum near a pink thumb that pops into the prom picture of my granddaughter dressed in strapless red leaving her house in Medina …
The bill in question is actually a 2,000 West African franc note, and it’s the equivalent of about four U.S. dollars. A helpful sum, really, but as I clutch the weathered crinkle in my sweaty palm, its value feels as dirty as the grime that is undoubtedly being transferred to my fingers.
to Egg and Berry brewery, to the pack / of Czechy words I made but didn’t work / in this pink town. I’d readily go back / to your best spots, the unfired gun, that perk //
And if the neap tides of my beauty / sadden him, I cannot help it: / I hang high, the waxy night light …
Three thousand ancestors ask how I straddle / the sea, a foot on either shore. //
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