About me

Visiting Chicago.
Hanging out in Chicago.

Who are you?

Welcome, internet friends. I’m Yev.

Here are the basics: I was born in Tashkent, Uzbekistan when it was just barely out of the Soviet era. My childhood was spent in Queens, the largest borough of New York City. I’m a New Yorker at heart — for better or for worse, as they say. I now call both southern Connecticut and south Florida home.

What’s this website? How’d I get here?

You may have landed here accidentally  by a wrong turn in the time-space vortex. Or you found me on Twitter. Please let me know either way!

I started this blog in part to keep track of some of the moments in my life. Over the past couple of years I have: been a college student, got married, worked at a newspaper, traveled to new places, learned to cook, left my office to work in my living room, joined Instagram. Among other things.

I’m a writer, a bibliophile, a “recovering” English major, a storyteller. I get excited about people. Sharing a person’s story is strangely fulfilling. Creating my own, even more so. I thrive on finding a narrative in seemingly meaningless events.

You might see some of that here. OK, probably a lot. Get ready.

When I started blogging, the second day of the week was “Tranquil Tuesday.” I focused on short line from a book, poem or some other form of entertainment. It makes me happy and I hope it you’ll enjoy it as well. All of the images from these posts are also available on Tumblr and Pinterest.

What else? I love to know what’s going on in the world. I follow the news and read tons of articles. I’m always on the lookout for people who are creating something and changing the world. I tweet a lot of what I’m reading.

I’m friendly. Send me a message, let’s have a discussion.

What does ‘Volumes of Words’ mean?

It was inspired by some of my favorite lines, in of my favorite poems, “Leaves of Grass” by Walt Whitman. Though his publication and I are separated by more than 150 years, it’s something I read again and again.

My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach;
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds, and volumes of worlds.

Speech is the twin of my vision—it is unequal to measure itself;
It provokes me forever;
It says sarcastically, Walt, you contain enough—why don’t you let it out, then?

A fitting reflection for a writer, isn’t it?

Email: Yev@Volumesofwords.com
Facebook.com/VolumesofWords
Twitter.com/Yevkusa

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