Rimas Uzgiris is Lithuanian-American with dual citizenship who enjoys exploring his new home in the Old World as well as returning to his old home in the New. As a Fulbright Scholar with a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, he left Brooklyn to teach at Vilnius University, in Lithuania. A poet, translator, editor and critic, his work has appeared in AGNI, Barrow Street, Hudson Review, The Iowa Review, Quiddity, and other journals.
All work
I could barely draw breath, the air /
was so full of meaning. This /
was my home. There. Here. Now. …
now kiss one way to get a good tip do what you can on a cold day with the wind blowing napkins away.
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