Kevin O'Sullivan is an independent scholar and poet with a Masters in English from CCNY. He is happy to report that he is no longer "distracted from poetry by earning a living." His poems have appeared in The Little Magazine, ISLE, Zymbol Literary Journal, Promethean, and The Lampeter Review.
After Bulgakov right out the window I fly my own body as if I am in it a separate self to roof-tops past windows and down to the streets I'm seen I'm heard in the thin air thickened as I fend off your state mocking its gravity bemoaning its gravitas marking its unmarked graves I right without might the wrongs done to me and to all of the othered I shout what you've done in the name of your sickening sovereignty I list the tortured then slain then dumped in Moscow's suburbs where they win in the end the last voice heard so I fly my own body as if I am in it heard dear heard near and heard quite clear in Moscow's cool air and in spite of my status a throw out the window I hold the ascendency as I fly out singing I will simply not be a defenesteree
