This house is in the middle of the forest for reasons unknown.

The little child stands by the window and tries to sniff

at the night’s dew.

Above, along the huge sky, the constellations crawl and

the river flows somewhere.

All the creatures sleep.

The freckles of the child are the stars above.

He smiles, and now they shine more brightly.

On the glass steamed from his breath, he draws with a finger.

And now it’s late.

The little child, with a yawn, lies in his bed.

He closes his eyes, and the whole world disappears.


Peycho Kanev is the Editor In Chief of Kanev Books. His poems have appeared in more than 500 literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, The Monongahela Review, The Coachella Review, Midwest Literary Review, Third Wednesday, The Cleveland Review, Loch Raven Review, and many others. He is nominated for the Pushcart Award and Best of the Net and lives in Chicago. In 2009 his short story collection Walking Through Walls and in April 2010 his poetry collection American Notebooks both were published in Bulgaria. His poetry collection Bone Silence was released in September 2010 by Desperanto, NY. A new collection of his poetry, titled Requiem for One Night, will be published by Desperanto in 2012.

I wrote this poem after reading this quote: “You can kill the whole world with only one bullet. The world is in your head.” I am not sure who said this suicidal thing, maybe Kurt Cobain or Marilyn Manson, but at first I kind of liked it and then not at all. Too dark, too pretentious, too easy solution. I decided to go the other way, to twist the whole concept. This is how I wrote this poem about the kid who goes to sleep and “the whole world disappears.” But you see this is just for the night, just until the morning. One child - one Universe.



Copyright 2009