About the author

Welcome, internet friends. I’m Yevgeniya, a writer interested in exploring life through different means, especially through traveling, reading poems/literature, and meeting people.

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 and a uniquely diverse place to grow up. I’m a New Yorker at heart but I now call south Florida home.

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

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

I started this blog in part to keep track of some of the moments in my life. Since then I have been married, become a mother, traveled to new places, worked as a reporter, worked in tech, and started lots of ‘to-do’ lists for the future.

I’m a writer, a bibliophile, a “recovering” English major, a storyteller. I get excited about people. Learning another person’s story is so special to me.  Creating my own, even more so. I am always looking for a beauty and a story in seemingly meaningless events.

I’ve always loved poetry, so I started “Tranquil Tuesday” to share poems and other writing that kept me grounded in the middle of a busy week. Now I’m focusing on “Everyday Poems“, because really it doesn’t have to be a special occasion to read or write a poem and likewise, I think everyone can find a poem that they enjoy (even if it’s just one).

Send me a message or email, let’s have a discussion. You can contact me by email – [email protected] or on Instagram @volumesofwords

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?