Babushwick

BABUSHKA - noun \bə-ˈbüsh-kə \+ Bushwick = Babushwick
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At my uncle Andrey’s. Moscow, Царицыно.2014

At my uncle Andrey’s. Moscow, Царицыно.2014

Sneak Peek at our soon to be featured jewelry designs. 
Handmade with ❤️ in Brooklyn.

Sneak Peek at our soon to be featured jewelry designs.
Handmade with ❤️ in Brooklyn.

Mixed Metal Chain Rings Available for Preorder!
Handmade in NYC.

Mixed Metal Chain Rings Available for Preorder!
Handmade in NYC.

An old photo of Lauren and I at Joey Ramone’s grave.

An old photo of Lauren and I at Joey Ramone’s grave.

This weekend 7/19 +7/20
BABUSHWICK will hold a booth at Brooklyn Night Bazaar from 7 p.m. until 1 a.m.
Stop by and check out our collection of hand-made and vintage jewelry, accessories, and floral crowns!

Antonina. 2013. Film. Moscow

Antonina. 2013. Film. Moscow

Poetry Quarterly Summer 2014 - $23.49 : Prolific Press, Better Publications Through Innovation

One of my poems “Belly of the Whale” is now available in print at Poetry Quarterly’s summer issue.
The poem is dedicated to a Glens Falls based artist/ friend Matt Daly.


“Belly of the whale”

Days pass,
And the sycamores keep further away.
I have been nowhere,
Yet these omen-faced fields
Turned slightly against me.

Was it them squirming at dawn?

Following them are white sheets,
Perfectly ironed and crucified.
You say I’m as a cold as the mountains.
I do not believe this.
You ask something about the amphibian man,
Does he keep his teeth in a jar?
He shrunk like a dwarf in Long Island,
It is way too far off for me to even care.
I see us moving diagonally,
You laugh, and
The mouthful of dandelions are quiete red.

They set off the car engine.

I blame no one but these promising Adirondacks.
Though this is not home ,
The forest keeps us inseparable.
White , and stupendous ,
I do not need the safety of walls.
They cage in on my freedom.

Besides, I do not care for the epics,
The dead Ten Commandments,
Or Ulysses S. Grant.
I’ve ghosts of my own-
A 23 year old brother surviving off paint.
He is only a half-corpse.

4 weeks since I’ve seen him.
Youre weeping,
And I’m as mute as gardenias.
You and I ,
We need nothing at all.
Just the smoke ,
And the torn up newspapers,
Resting deep
They are there, in the belly of the whale.

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