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cloudgirlsinfo · 14 days ago
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KARYNA
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humor-rozrywka · 4 months ago
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leanladylifts-network · 3 months ago
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Karyna Rengifo
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therunwayarchive · 5 months ago
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Karyna Dziuba at Emporio Armani, Spring 2023
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spiderrvein · 1 year ago
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When You’re Seventeen Everything Sounds like a Secret Anthem to Doom - Karyna McGlynn
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czarinakanaeva · 1 year ago
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Belarus - 5th Place
Hanna Haidukevich
Anastasiya Malakanava
Anastasiya Rybakova
Arina Tsitsilina
Karyna Yarmolenka
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moviesandmania · 7 months ago
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SILENCE OF THE PREY A flesh-eating family! Trailer and release news
‘You’re not welcome here’ Silence of the Prey is a 2024 horror film about an immigrant mother who takes a caretaking job and soon regrets it. The movie was written and directed by Karyna Kudzina and Michael Vaynberg. The former stars alongside Monte Bezell, Chris LaPanta, Michael Doyle, Lorianna Izrailova, Rebecca Packer and Tim Shelburne. Plot: Nina (Karyna Kudzina), an undocumented Belarusian…
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rustbeltjessie · 2 years ago
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I Have to Go Back to 1994 and Kill a Girl
It’s no wonder          I’m always tired          with all these tract houses—                                    It’s night & cold on my belly in                                                  the undeveloped field now                                    I have to bury her clothing inside                                                a black garbage bag in plot D police cars roll         past but continue        down the treeless parkway                                    even after shining       their lights on                                                  me in my freshman sundress                                    I can only assume they don’t see                                                  the significance of my presence but I must say          1994 is a simpler         time—not everyone is suspect                                    I crawl up next to my old house                                                   & look through a lit window                                    my mother reads a book in bed            I want to knock           on the glass, there’s something                                    I need to tell her
—Karyna McGlynn
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razorsadness · 2 years ago
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When You’re Seventeen Everything Sounds like a Secret Anthem to Doom
Death is everywhere. There are flies on the windscreen. —Depeche Mode
And the sea’s grief swings its heavy fringe forth each time you bend over in silver sequins, or a boy howls out the moonroof of a borrowed Nissan Maxima. Blood surges. Blast the synth. Take the dark, twisty roads fast. Flick off the headlights deep in the sticks. Take long swigs of cinnamon liquor, soar past the graveyard— hands off the wheel, feet off the floorboard.
Don’t make too much meaning of the fact Depeche Mode is playing each time you should but do not die.
Listen: There’s a kind of drunk boy who will jerk the wheel on a slick road on purpose, because you can’t sing the Right Words.
The night it ices over, for instance— trees spangled in crystalline Love Code:
          late page      lit match     Let’s have
         a line of blow                    a black celebration—
Even as you crash through the guardrail he will swear he is joking.
                                       A slice of you will always be caught in the dead
                             air of this joke.
                   Will always be forked in this creek: headlights cracking
the ice crust, glowing the river stones. Always the same
                   rap on the glass with a fat Maglite, and the way
                             he wheedles the police, wide-eyed.
Of course he becomes a coke dealer who joins the Navy. You even live long enough to buy him a model Porsche from Sharper Image. You ghost him in college.
What did you expect? The part where Death oozes up his spiral staircase to claim you as Bride? Who were you anyway? I mean to crash into an icy river & walk away.
Do it. Slip the memory all the way up your arm like an opera glove & through the glass of a plummeting Maxima. Reach out & touch the cold down of Doom’s Cheek. Hear his huge horse snort. Attend to the warm wound of Dave Gahan’s voice. Make sense of a single black feather smothered in snow.
—Karyna McGlynn, from POETRY Magazine (October 2022)
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tiaochan · 2 years ago
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from  When You’re Seventeen Everything Sounds like a Secret Anthem to Doom by Karyna McGlynn
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poem-today · 13 days ago
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A poem by Karyna McGlynn
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Halloween in the Anthropocene
& Memphis is out in Full Fang! Skeletons skip down our pitted streets. Whole families with matching hobo stipple roam tragicomically through the sprawling candy deserts: polka-dot bandanas on sticks, flapping Chaplinesque shoes.
Unclaimed pumpkins pile high behind razor wire. The air's thick with caw & trouble. Our porch light's out but we stay in, listening to the festive cackle of semiautomatics in the autumn night.
Some faceless Handmaids do a spooky hopscotch in a Walgreens parking lot. Two drunk men in tiger masks loll from the window of a passing truck to tell some Handmaid she's "thicc as shit." Anyway,
Witches are back! They straddle plastic brooms—streaming across the moon's bright knuckle: hedge witches & wicked witches. Waves of Sabrinas: blonde bobs, black headbands, whole hexes of freckles! Here come the Elphabas & Endoras, the Elviras & Elsas. Even a couple of Baba Yagas—bewitched huts strutting forth on sexy chicken legs!
So what if it's a bit more wink than Wand.
We've stopped scaring ourselves on purpose, stopped wearing our Weirds on our Outsides. My sweetie's spilled on the couch as Melted Clock. I park myself on the dark stoop as Empty Pyrex Bowl.
According to the Post-it Note on my face, my nickname is No-Treats-for-the-Wicked. I'm a weird white lady on an unlit porch. No one dare approach this childless abode— not for phantom candy. Certainly not for clarification.
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Karyna McGlynn
More poems by Karyna McGlynn are available through her website.
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luegootravez · 4 months ago
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Emilia Silberg by © Karyna Bila
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moviereviews101web · 9 months ago
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Silence of the Prey (2024) Movie Review
Silence of the Prey – Movie Review Director: Karyna Kudzina, Michael Vaynberg Writer: Karyna Kudzina, Saro Varjabedian (Screenplay) Cast Karyna Kudzina (Respite) Monte Bezell (Rumba Love) Michael Doyle Lorianna Izrailova Chris LaPanta (John Wick Chapter 2) Rebecca Parker Tim Shelburne (Here Love Lies) Plot: In a desperate bid to secure a future for her child, an undocumented immigrant…
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randomrichards · 10 months ago
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DAUGHTERS OF FIRE:
Trio of sisters
Separated by screens of red
Sing of life and pain
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sunx28 · 1 year ago
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deinbester089de · 1 year ago
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Seba i Karyna
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