by Peycho Kanev

I admit that I see the light
in the end of the barrel
and I know it is real.
Between the full ash can and the broken bottle,
I hear the sound of something approaching.
I wonder if Cesar Vallejo heard that, I mean
in his final hour?
And what about Brodsky?
I do not know.
All of this is less then zero,
right, Brecht?
You were good
for all of us.
As the curtains close slowly,
I hear the laugh of someone.

Peycho Kanev has been writing poetry for the past 10 years. His poems have appeared in more than 400 literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Contemporary World Literature, The Copperfield Review, Ann Arbor Review, Midwest Literary Review, Chiron Review, Third Wednesday, Burnt Bridge, Istanbul Literary Review, 322 Review, In Posse Review, The Houston Literary Review, The 13th Warrior Review, Mascara Literary Review, The Mayo Review and many others. He is nominated for the Pushcart Award and lives in Chicago. His collaborative collection “r”, containing poetry by him and Felino Soriano, as well as photography from Duane Locke and Edward Wells II was published in the spring of 2009 by Please Press. Also in 2009 his short story collection Walking Through Walls (Ciela), and in April 2010 his poetry collection American Notebooks (Ciela) both were published in Bulgaria. His new poetry collection Bone Silence was released in September 2010 by Desperanto, NY.