The Sun, Darling, The Sun.

Katia Spivakova

Published 2026

Publisher Poems and Power Publishing

What would it feel like to come back home to yourself?
To meet that person again, as new?
To take off the masks?
This poetry collection explores those questions through the themes of desire, attachment and letting go.
“In the winter of your voice, I find my song.”
The poem itself becomes a bridge between past and future, a catalyst to reclaiming one’s own life.
In her first book, “We Are Not Strangers,” the author posed the question of what connects us.
In “The Sun, Darling, The Sun,” she takes the investigation a step further and turns it on itself.
After all, what if what you’ve created ends up creating you?

Sample Poems

to be a woman means +

to be a woman means to bring him back from dead even when the doctors said there is no hope kill the good girl once or twice at least and speak with caution be prepared to do pepper spray math you’d need it if you want to train for marathons and get that juicy ass not too fat or thin maybe something in between and if you change your mind he might want half of everything as if you weren’t already cut to be a woman is to trust the cab driver even though there is a chance he might take a turn only he knows

too late, you are immortal +

too late, you are immortal and i’m busy growing second hearts pink neons in our hair like crowns of opal the crackling of peanut shells under the stomp of promised lands the aftershock my feed tells me it’s all a simulation but how do you explain beethoven’s 9th astral projection dead monks meditating jellyfish that once attacked retract their tentacles go back to polyp mycelium or the ghosts of cherries right before th

i read my fortune +

in the palm of an old tree golden sits the moon

The Sun, Darling, The Sun.

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