Category: Poems

Life has become like a persimmon: Hard and in the color of fire I watch Shrouded little girls and boys Scattered like the beads Violence and Jealosy Are eternal residents On earth I have died A thousand times here A[…]

On Independence Day What the people think about, you ask People don’t think about anything The Uzbek life is all about pretense We pretend to be happy like our government officials We pretend we don’t see them Lie, Steal and[…]

Horrible things are happening in my motherland. Journalist Abduqodir Muminov sentenced to over 7 years in prison. He was a courageous young person who believed in openness and reforms in a so-called New Uzbekistan. It’s the next stern warning: You[…]

Nothing Special Uzbekistan’s election Is a theatrical selection Of an Empty Words collection. It looks as if it’s all about Connection and protection. One can’t here raise objection If you do – get quick rejection They accuse – you are[…]

Clapping Out Ceremony There are many types of applause: thunderous applause, tumultuous applause, tears of joy applause… Ours is sarcastic applause. Happening now And Will last for life!

When they said Calibri I thought about Colibri – The hummingbird! The pollinator and disseminator of new life – hope it’s not absurd. Hummingbirds are only birds That can fly backwards! Does State want a new vein? Or can I[…]

Yesterday I went to Tashkent State Art Museum to see the bust of the late Uzbek poet Rauf Parfi, but it was not there. An intern said he knows nothing about it. The guard at the entrance told me they[…]

Yesterday I went to Tashkent State Art Museum to see the bust of the late Uzbek poet Rauf Parfi, but it was not there. An intern said he knows nothing about it. The guard at the entrance told me they[…]