Alla Vilnyansky


A piece of wood is crying, giggling, hiccupping
making dumplings

I love you like fire loves wood
Love, means being a part
of this phenomenon

By the light of the fire
I can see your face
has changed

There are so many things that we take
for granted: our legs (for instance)
that they will
carry us




A recent graduate of Columbia University’s MFA program, Alla Vilnyansky has previously published in multiple digital and print journals including Saint Ann’s Review, Boog City and Poetry International.