Against All Odds


Late at night we stood against the moon

and observed the image of infinity

without knowing that infinity is inside us both.

We overheard the great emptiness,

and we looked for each other

in its endless circle.

And we listened to the wind with its

ghostly steps between the trees.



like some black bird circled

into the center of the moon's gravitation

and then perched there,

burning its previous coloration

in the now bright, purple wheel.


We observed the image of infinity,

lost in the bygone eras.

But soon we found out

that we are exactly the same –

that our image was lost too

and the black bird called us.


The Dogs


Sitting in this dingy room

in front of the keyboard

as the moonlight penetrates

through the venetian blinds

and the bottle of white wine

pours life into me.

The walls shift and get


I am picking at the memories

and let them unfold in front of


I remember now two years ago

visiting the country of my birth

in Eastern Europe,

and what I’ve remembered most

were the dogs on the streets,

free and undisturbed: no owners,

no collars, no worries, no food;

lying in the parks, sleeping on

the grass between the highways,

picking in the garbage bins for

scraps, chasing the cats in the

alleys, taking their time, biting

the legs of the pedestrians, and

at night, when it’s quiet outside-

wailing at the moon.

Why they do that I will never


but now as this memory bites

the whiteness of the page,

one wail is blasting upon this

sleepy neighborhood, causing

the city dwellers to jump off

their beds.

My throat is sore! 


At the Museum


Time has stopped here.

The colors hidden within the shadows play

indecent games. Frames and paper

whisper silently to the last visitors.

Something very noble and old is trying to

tell me to stop and I do.

From the dusk,

Vermeer’s Girl with a Pearl Earring laughs at me,

with closed eyes.


Peycho Kanev is the Editor-In-Chief of Kanev Books. His poetry collection Bone Silence was released in September 2010 by Desperanto. A new collection of his poetry, titled Requiem for One Night, will be published by SixteenFourteen in 2013. Peycho Kanev has won several European awards for his poetry and he’s nominated for the Pushcart Award and Best of the Net. His poems have appeared in more than 900 literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Hawaii Review, Cordite Poetry Review, Sheepshead Review, The Coachella Review, Two Thirds North, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others.