I collected unpronounced names in the park and tried to name them at random. During this activity, racing with time, time, autumn ended and nothing began after that. It started snowing. The park dissolved in purity or emptiness after a snowfall. Now I understand: these empty names are not needed even by their owners.

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Mykyta Ryzhykh, an author from Ukraine, now lives in Tromsø, Norway. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2023 and 2024. He’s published in many literary magazines іn Ukrainian and English: Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Neologism Poetry Journal, Shot Glass Journal, QLRS, The Crank, Chronogram, The Antonym, Monterey Poetry Review, Five Fleas Itchy Poetry and many others.