Author: Leo Yankevich

Leo Yankevich
The Hypocrisies of Heaven: Poems New & Old
San Francisco: Counter-Currents, 2016
148 pages

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Leo Yankevich
Journey Late at Night: Poems & Translations
San Francisco: Counter-Currents, 2013
178 pages

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Leo Yankevich
Tikkun Olam and Other Poems
Second Expanded Edition
Foreword by E. M. Schorb
San Francisco: Counter-Currents Publishing, 2012
100 pages

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226 words

Our goal this year is to raise $100,000 in order to expand our efforts to build a metapolitical vanguard for White Nationalism. So far, we have received 331 donations totaling $83,998.71. (more…)

679 words

The Marriage of Heaven & Hell

“I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the tilted rush to the lips and the slow swallowing down to the lapping belly, the salt on the tongue, the foam at the corners.”—Dylan Thomas (more…)

81 words

Let’s put on monocles, protract roll call,
and, in the tattered photo’s many greys,
count them in striped pajamas and berets,
these savant-frauds flogged by the wind of fall. (more…)

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O stolzere Trauer! Ihr ehernen Altäre,
Die heiße Flamme des Geistes nährt heute ein gewaltiger Schmerz,
Die ungebornen Enkel.

— Georg Trakl

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69 words

A shithole is a shithole
by any other name.
Our minds are bright and wits full.
We will not play the game, (more…)

246 words

Pulp Fiction

“I’m glad it’s going slowly”
—Uma Thurman

Weinstein, limp as a mullet,
gets the smoke house oven.
“You don’t deserve a bullet”
says the starlet, lovin’ (more…)

99 words

These are not some low-caste untouchables
washing their rags in the Ganges river.
They leave their dirty underwear for fools
to pick up, waiting for nuns to deliver (more…)

164 words

To Apeneck Sweeney

In what you write and ask
I smell the reek of herring,
matzo balls . . . Your task
is subtle, almost daring,

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209 words

Charlie Manson (1934–2017)

1.
Well, Charlie Manson’s dead,
just like poor Sharon Tate.
Upon his wrinkled head
above his eyes, the fate,

of his tattooed Swastika
is certain, after so,
so many years. The shiksa,
pale as November snow,  (more…)

98 words

I.
What will they say of us,
those who soon will come after
we lie dead in our pus,

our decadent bad art
that evokes a cuckold’s laughter? (more…)