Sasha Uvarova

In the picture I took of them six years ago, on film, she is in the blurry foreground, he is sitting in the background. She’s walking towards him looking at his back, at his peacefully still position. His face is aligned with the vertical midline of the image.  He’s looking through the hole in the fence, his hand outstretched: offering the tall green grass to the hungry goats on the other side. They’ve grazed away the vegetation on their lawn, but the neighbor’s promising overgrowth is just...

Semester's end introspection

Air of the elevator to the third floor, like faces of the people you used to know, like chemical ash of melted candles, like the smell of...