Texts

The Sound Has Burned Out

(Sound poetry. The original Ukrainian text operates through phonetic texture – onomatopoeia, alliteration, invented sonic compounds…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 24, 2026

Prose

Fragmentum I

The skull is too tight for this volume this is not a vision this is the…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 24, 2026

Poetry

The Abyss of “Not”

Silver touches the walls – a suffocating oil,Shadow grows like a monolith through the window’s mirage.Beyond…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 23, 2026

Letters

Tuning Fork

2033. This record is not a memory – it is a reference frequency. If you have…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 20, 2026

Prose

Hospes

You broke in without permission. I locked the gates. Checked twice. Three times. But you are…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 19, 2026

Essays

The Art of Living in the Fragment

The point of rupture has its own color and rhythm. It is the blue light of…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 14, 2026

Poetry

You Are Asleep

She plunges into the wordless deep,where sight fades at the point of nothingness,and I have no…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 12, 2026

Essays

The Gravity of Rubble

In February 2022, space ceased to be the passive backdrop of my life. It became aggressive…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 11, 2026

Prose

The Three of Us

As you enter this morning, feel the weight of your bones. They are your only anchor.…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 4, 2026

Poetry

New Citadels

In precise symmetry and strict geometry, time is linear irreversibility. Do not summon the past, long…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 4, 2026

Fragments of Thought

Verticality in the Time of Horizontality

I press “publish.” The poem becomes a pixel. Equal among equals. Without memory of the months…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 3, 2026

Fragments of Thought

Before the Name

Territory The boundary between sleep and day is a territory with its own laws. Here, grammars…

by Анастасія Корбет Apr 3, 2026

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