Ksenia Rychtycka’s poetry chapbook A Sky Full Of Wings was selected as a finalist in the 2020 New Women’s Voices Chapbook Competition and is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press in Fall 2021. Ksenia is also the author of Crossing The Border (Little Creek Books, 2012) a short story collection. Ksenia lived in Ukraine during the early years of the post-Soviet era and has backpacked through 12 countries in Europe. Receiving a private viewing of the Dafni Monastery mosaics and rescuing a wayward parakeet on a winter morning in Kyiv remain highlights from her years of traveling and living abroad.
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Mother comes to me as I’m making honey cake, /
measuring out sugar then whipping eggs. /
Never mind that Mother left this earth /
eighteen months earlier...
Love boards the train in Salzburg, /
stumbles along a dim corridor /
like the tumbling clowns you cowered from /
at the one-ring circus. …
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