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Inna Dulchevsky


Into the Slipstream


“Forget my fate…”

she sings


Voice of an angel

she visits my spirit

stays over

glad to have her



Rain drips down

the other side

window into the street

with light and

other windows


Hand slides the piano keys

up and down the ivory

off tune D sharp

thoughts are tuned

into old thoughts


His Nocturnes

yield their habits

after her voice

a noble company    and

scent of a fragile rose


The flock of notes

scatters up the keys

erupts the essence of

the tonal cord

         embraces silence


into the wind

off I go










“I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”

    —Franz Kafka, The Castle


When mornings

have your name

and stars

above us

burn to end


and air’s

weightless presence


into eternity of beads

over your shoulders


as if in hunger

I kiss your wrists

and move along the

edge of circle

on your chest

and bless it

with my cross


I am your Sun

I drink the glow of

Moon’s reflection

from your eyes

I see my eyes

in yours


white wing

erases time

soars after the

wind’s echo

soul to soul we

float within the light


              an instant…


                        as we vanish


Dissolution Within Senses


Some words

Too many words

No words


I think


Then I’m again in silence

Of my mind

Where blessing of the rain

Conceals my tears

And tips of grass leaves are

Fencing with the wind


I hear


Bell canto of wild flowers

And candle’s tongue

So effortless licks paper

And turns it into ashes

With its acid


I see


Flash of an image of

Your face

As sudden ripple on a

Quiet lake’s surface

Your hands’ touch

On my skin


I sense


As if electric epee

That I do not want to defense myself

Against it

I don’t resist the dripping blood

From wound      and


I taste


My lonely heart

My loneliness with it

At every breeze of memory

That brings your scent


I smell 


I breathe



Into my veins

Inna Dulchevsky spent her early school years in Belarus. She currently resides in Brooklyn, New York. She was awarded First Prize in the 2014 David B. Silver Poetry Competition. Inna’s work has been published in numerous anthologies and journals including Storm Cycle: Best Poetry of 2015, The Otter, Peacock Journal, KNOT Magazine, First Literary Review – East, POETRY PACIFIC, Mad Swirl, Suisun Valley Review, South Florida Poetry Journal, The Mind[less] Muse, Aquillrelle Anthology, Pyrokinection, Napalm and Novocain, Jellyfish Whispers, The Cannon’s Mouth, Spark Magazine, book lavender, Calliope Magazine, LUMMOXPoetry Anthology, New Poetry, Antheon, and Manzano Mountain Review. In MeArteka Inna's poems have been published in both English and Albanian. Her interests include psychology, philosophy, meditation, and yoga. The light and expansion of consciousness through the connection with inner-self and nature are essential in the writing of her poetry.

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