I’ve been writing for over 25 years. I keep everything in drawers and on my phone. I want to share it with others. I’ve written over 1,000 poems, at least 200 of which are quite good. So I dream of publishing a book of poetry, written using the stream-of-consciousness technique and featuring my own hand-drawn illustrations. I’ve never really known why I do this; it’s simply one of the ways I meditate.

I can’t do this on my own. I want to do it professionally. Not just any old way.

Reward tiers for your support

Fundraising campaign for the publication of a book of poetry and graphics

THANK YOU

€10

● Your name on the acknowledgements page in the book

● A personal thank you on social media

READER

€20

● Everything from the ‘Thank You’ tier

● A digital (PDF) version of the book, available before the official release

FIRST COPY

€35

● A printed copy of the book with a personal signature from the author

● Your name on the acknowledgements page

● The opportunity to choose one of your favourite poems, which I will include in the collection

COLLECTOR’S EDITION

€55

● A signed copy of the book

● A small A4-sized print of one illustration (of your choice)

● Your name on the acknowledgements page

● The opportunity to choose one poem of your choice, which I will include in the collection

PATRON

€100

● A signed copy of the book

● A personalised dedication in the book (a poem or page dedicated to you)

● An A3-sized print of an illustration

● The chance to choose one of your favourite poems, which I will include in the collection

CO-AUTHOR

€200+

● Everything included in the ‘Patron’ tier

● Your name on a special Sponsors’ page in the book (featured separately, not in the general list)

● The chance to choose one poem of your choice, which I will include in the collection

You can find the poems I’ve written here, if anyone has the patience:

https://www.rasyk.lt/kuriniai/vartotojai/32199.html

https://www.rasyk.lt/kuriniai/vartotojai/51298.html

https://www.rasyk.lt/user-54189.html

You can find my drawings, which will be in the book, and choose prints:

https://www.behance.net/Rockncolors

Three of my poems:

1

A tiger warms itself in the shade of a sheep

Your back, your fingers, me

Time whispers ‘let’s make love’

And we both gaze through the open

The gap in the skylight

Where strange birds

Turn the night into a shattering

Sleeplessness

Don’t hear how that sand

Slips through your fingers

Non-existent hours

Bare slopes and hills

In the moonlight

Chalk draws a line

Darkness – sometimes the best motorway

Into everyone’s forgotten desert

Better to be barefoot

Tonight, those who know nothing of the laws of physics

Having swept up the shards

Let’s grow in the abyss

A starry sky

2

My limbs

Like stars

Until it hurts

I don’t remember

That they exist

When the

To run out of light

During the day

I remember at night

Your words

Like a nest for birds

They bring warmth

When they’re at home

And when they’re gone

My thoughts are like

A boat lying still in the mist

Rocking and lulling me to sleep

On the sea

We are like songs in the woods

The creaking of tree trunks

When you were small in my arms

You gaze into the abyss of the sky

We stand by the blossoming lime trees

We share the winter

Memories of summers gone by

We are close to nature

When we fade away, we become everything

You share in the crumbling

Shadows of the mountain

That mountain is me when I sit

Lost in thought

And neither a word nor a gesture

Can betray

Whether I am or am not in this house

We are birds in the attic

Of our dreams

3

Sheslept as only clouds sleep

Merging with the mist

Her hair in my beard

A time I cannot recall

I lie and touch

She is as soft as paper

A white sheet of paper to scribble stories on

My fingers

Glide through her hair

Across the undulating plains of dreams

Through narrow crevices

Through tiny igloos

She breathes the mist of a tiny world

Which she can almost never leave

I am but an interlude

Just the mountains beyond which

Her hands brush against

Our stories are told every night

Like some never-ending

Train that never stops

Moving through the twists and turns of our subconscious

She alone is there

Because of them, in all of them

Our time is lost

Closing our eyes

Like a creaking, heavy door

We open up

To their secret incantations

Which are intertwined like constellations

Like rumpled sheets

When we wake

We talk about it

What we won’t remember