Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.

Blackscreanwritars
2008
Collage, ink and gouache on paper

The Hollow
2008
Collage on paper

Zamki I Samki
2008
Collage and gouache on paper

Images © Anna Parkina
Poem © Emily Dickinson