Vadim Kagan
Bio
I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!
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Stories (150/0)
- Top Story - December 2022
The Holiday
Safely shielded from the deadly rays of a purple sun by an old lava outcropping, he sleepily relaxed into a large semitransparent pancake. Slow crimson vortices of thoughts unhurriedly dissolved among the green net of his brain. “Tomorrow” – he thought, - “Tomorrow…”
By Vadim Kaganabout a year ago in Fiction
Stardust
I had a strangest dream the other night. I dreamed of bridges pointing up to heaven, and though it was a quarter past eleven, the night was gentle and world was bright. A burning spire spearing the sky reached all the way across the quiet river – it all felt wrong, I did not know just why, but something strange has set my heart ashiver. I couldn't figure out just what it was, the feeling of unease both strong and fleeing and then it hit me: it was off because there was no one there, not a single being - no animals, no people and no birds, no sounds, no smells, no wind, just ringing in my ears. I stood in shock for days or weeks or years not shedding any tears, at loss for words, my loneliness complete, my purpose gone, the emptiness around neonly burning, and then I felt the need, the pain, the yearning to build a better world for everyone, to reach across the void and touch the stars, so far, so sharp, so lonely and so blue, and let them burn my hands to blistered scars. Then I woke up and next to me was you.
By Vadim Kaganabout a year ago in Poets
'Tis the Season
'Tis the season, 'tis the season for a rhyme of little reason - so, without a long delay let us go and let us play. Dear Santa, we've been better both in spirit and in letter, something must be in the air here and there and everywhere. First, let's talk about inflation - all across our tired nation we've been watching prices rise with our shut wide open eyes. Politics... don't get me started, it's an armpit that has farted and has cursed itself a jinx - in a word, it simply stinks. Charles the Third is being crowned, and, because the world is round, Cromwells all across the world talk about the days of old. What is going on with Putin - he is now worse than gluten, sugar, alcohol and fat, how has he managed that? Football (also known as soccer) was the wildest game of poker, but at least the final game tried to reignite the flame. And as Covid sits in waiting for encore we are debating masks and shots and all that stuff - have we not been sick enough? Biden, Trump and Musk and twitter - dear Santa, drop the glitter, bring us coal to beat the cold. Warmly (coldly?) signed: the world.
By Vadim Kaganabout a year ago in Poets
Blue
Forever deep are Twin oceans I'm drowning in My love please don't blink
By Vadim Kaganabout a year ago in Poets