«The Scarlet Pen» is my record of how desire, power, and gender rearrange a life over time. Born in Russia and shaped by Germany, I write in English to follow these forces as they surface in kitchens, beds, inboxes, and institutions through intimate, story‑driven prose poetry and essays. I write from the collision between private selves and public language, for readers who sense the pattern before they can name it.
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Where love leaves
its mark.
Where desire becomes language.
Where the anger goes when it has nowhere polite to be.
Language absorbs violence, softens it, and repackages it until what is being described no longer feels like what is being done. It bends easily — just not, as it turns out, for everyone.
I want to build a home inside your voice, rest my name there, hang my loneliness in its quiet rooms —
then vanish for three days as if absence could make me less obvious.
I want to write my name
in the version of my voice that has not yet been silenced,
the one not rehearsed
for receipt.