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		<title>&#8220;Recognition&#8221; by Peycho Kanev</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Right here the pages of the sea resemble an open bookof fairy tales forgotten by a child on the beachand just before the sunset I look at the horizon’s edgegetting cut up by the sharp wings of the seagulls andthe white moon slowly rises with its pale gray haloand stars like fireflies are dotting the [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<pre class="wp-block-verse has-small-font-size"><br>Right here the pages of the sea resemble an open book<br>of fairy tales forgotten by a child on the beach<br>and just before the sunset I look at the horizon’s edge<br>getting cut up by the sharp wings of the seagulls and<br>the white moon slowly rises with its pale gray halo<br>and stars like fireflies are dotting the dark forest<br>under the sky which, once more, invoke old memories<br>of intangibility and eternity.<br>I stand as a rock, nothing else stirs, not even the air,<br>only the cold sea folds like a galvanized iron sheet,<br>the black fists of the clouds gather over this part of the hemisphere,<br>where my life runs like a brook into the ocean and I suddenly<br>discover that my childhood is already gone, the boats have<br>sailed off and my life – it’s too early for last words – is a door<br>made of flesh, opening even more, it’s a knife driven in<br>the bowels of the hours, it’s the last page of the memorized Iliad.<br>All of a sudden the wind explodes as a curse shaking the crowns<br>of the impressive trees, sprinkling grit as musical notes on<br>the staff of the beach, sweet music starts ringing in my ears,<br>unheard by anyone else - slow and eternal – at this place,<br>where nothing changes, only time is replaced with another<br>fresh time and silence absorbs all unnecessary sounds.<br>The sunrise arrives with the precision of early-rising surgeon,<br>cutting the flesh, first of the water, then of the land, the sun<br>ignites the surroundings with its bright impressionistic brush<br>and the whole world inhales again with ancient lungs.<br>Death is a panacea for everything that wants to live ceaselessly,<br>life again begins its development from the world’s threshold,<br>where the humans reappear with their strange faces and<br>contrived monologues, preparing once again to screw up<br>all the works.</pre>



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<p>Peycho Kanev is&nbsp;the author of 12 poetry collections and three chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many&nbsp;literary magazines, such as:&nbsp;Rattle, Poetry Quarterly,&nbsp;Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review,&nbsp;Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review&nbsp;and many others. His new book of poetry titled A Fake Memoir was published in 2022 by Cyberwit press.&nbsp;</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2024/06/09/poem-by-peycho-kanev/">“Recognition” by Peycho Kanev</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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		<title>This Life by Peycho Kanev</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I put my heart into my mother’s coffin and now it throbs under the ground. All the letters I sent to my first love returned unread in my mailbox and my unborn child, which I wanted to create on paper, committed suicide in the first paragraph of my unwritten book. My cat has rejected her [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I put my heart into my mother’s coffin</p>



<p>and now it throbs under the ground.</p>



<p>All the letters I sent to my first love</p>



<p>returned unread in my mailbox</p>



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<p>and my unborn child, which I wanted</p>



<p>to create on paper, committed suicide</p>



<p>in the first paragraph of my unwritten book.</p>



<p>My cat has rejected her nine lives, my dog</p>



<p>refuses to bark and I look how the sky</p>



<p>shatters slowly in the broken mirror –</p>



<p>I am beautiful at last.</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2020/10/25/this-life-by-peycho-kanev/">This Life by Peycho Kanev</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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