Four Poems by Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya

art by Andrew Gustar

Wild Geese

Can’t force my expressions – either outward or inward;
can’t write on demand – or stop and go to sleep.

While seeking the answers
to life’s toughest question,
I’m sharing
my suffering and inspiration.

My friend and my reader,
– I’m sending you hugs,
treat my poems with patience
– and my behavior with love.

Almost Accepted

I have found the table
on which I sat and taught,
The voice of Adjunct Professor
I used a lot and forgot.

Lesson planning has taught me
to write and revise.
Lesson grading has taught me

In a national journal
My poem almost found a home.
I’m babbling and bragging,
Like a freshman after midterms.

Bilingual Стихи

Whats the problem? Whats the matter
Что, горит душа поэта?
Poems flow like river Styx,
И летят через миры.

Where will the poems go now
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram
Одноклассники, В Контакте
Где есть место им и нам?

Учим English, learning Русский
Щи и Buckwheat на закуску.
I scream ice cream на дессерт:
Поэтический обед.

Return to Narnia

In a tavern just beyond my reach,
there is laughter, and a faun
plays an ancient folk tune.

In the ancient castle, Reepechip
will greet me at the door,
I will play hide and seek with Lucy.

We will fight the Witch, will sail
on the Dawn Treader,
and will race time to be home.

I was there before. I know it.
Otherwise, why am I missing it?
Aslan! Aslan! Aslan!

Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya is a founder and facilitator of Bergen Poetry Workshop, an Administrative Assistant at Leonia United Methodist Church, and a blogger at She earned a Bachelors in Comparative Literature and Creative Writing from CUNY BA Program and a Master’s in Education from Hunter College. Yevgeniya’s poems were published in many journals, including First Literary Review-East, Time of Singing, and Soft Cartel. Yevgeniya hopes that her poems about suffering and healing will encourage people around the world.

Three Poems by Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya

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Inner Bitch

A promiscuous bitch,
jailed inside of me,
can never be free –
or there will be no me.

She was raw and hungry when I was younger,
But now she is a sophisticated provocateur,
whispering “more, more, more..
a dream is better than reality.”
By Grace, I have kept up my sanity.

I forgive her
and keep her
locked under key.
In Heaven,
we will both be free.


“When will you have a baby?”
“I’m working on it”, I reply with a smile.
People blush, and smile back.

In sweaty nights, gentle mornings,
passionate kisses and longings,
prayer like rain and “a little death”,
I’m Workin’!

In pills, shots and temperature tracking,
HSG tests and more n’ more fucking,
Painful laporoscopies,
Pricey IUIs, IVFs, FETs
I Am Working On It!

Wrapped Up Under a Christmas Tree

No boyfriends to pester, no partners to dance with,
No long term relationships until that Special Someone.
A friendship was given, slowly blooming into marriage,
Lovemaking was challenging first, then perfected.

No child appeared for years of toiling
– in love, sex and even IVF moneying.
Ha! to our parents
we became parents instead.

My mom always said,
“You can build a house with money – try building without.”
My sorrows will bloom into joys –
no doubt about it.

Yevgeniya is a poet, a Christian, and she does not shy away from talking about tough subjects in poetry or in life. Yevgeniya’s poems were published in many journals including Ancient Paths Online, Anti-Heroin Chick, First Literary Review-East (accepted for September 2018 issue), the Pangolin Review and Time of Singing. Yevgeniya works as Administrative Assistant at Leonia United Methodist Church and facilitates Bergen Poetry Workshop. She hopes that her poems of faith and frustration, suffering and healing will inspire people all over the world.  Follow her poetry blog at