Must tend to the balance

by Bogdan Dragoș it’s like an old schoolchildren’s storyand I don’t know whether he’sthe main character or justone of thembut I see him goingto middle schoolin ragged clothes, carrying anancient backpack on hisfrail shouldersAs if especially to look morelike a fragment rippedfrom a folk talehe carriesbread crumbs in his pocketsand takes a fistfuland tosses it to… Leer más Must tend to the balance

A Few Haiku (23)

by Mike U. (#133) winter blizzardmountain’s clouded mind confusedavalanche of thoughts… (#134) my life stains the pagecomplicated crimson kanjitoo obscure to read… (#135) arctic kitsunelittle blizzard stalks the driftscrimson raicho plumes… (#136) darkest winter nightechoes of abandoned prayersdwindle in the void… (#137) wind and sea and skypermanence of changeimpermanence of life… (#138) snow on footbridgeheron tracks the… Leer más A Few Haiku (23)

Sparkles

by Iulia-Florentina Paciurea Extend your soul to the sea,Or to the Moon, to the Sun,Pretend it to be fields of chicory,Or to a wave, or to wonder…For/because what is the soul if not the amazementThat you still breathe, that I still breathe,With so much longing and with the purposeOf the oppressive sparkles? ©️Iulia-Florentina Paciurea https://web.facebook.com/https://www.iuliapaciurea-scriitor.co Photo… Leer más Sparkles

Anchor

by Mike U. she sat there9,000 miles awayon the edge of her bedor the ledge of her buildingI never knew whichand talked about anchorsand the black depthsof depressionand what it would feel liketo fly “You’re my only reasonfor being,” she saidand was she laughingor crying?it’s hard to tell whiletext-chatting(damn my deaf ears)“You’re the only anchorI have left,”… Leer más Anchor

Golden song sweeping clean

by Nicole Sara Golden has to be the horizon… golden as the sun rising clean,goldenwith a silvery trimming, bathing soft smiles through dream Golden must be days waving softly… golden as the soul of life,goldenwith an orange embelishment, bearing brightness through strife And golden are to turn all the moments… golden yielding brownish contours,goldenshining blissfully soothing… Leer más Golden song sweeping clean

No other heaven I need to grind for

by Bogdan Dragoș “The days pass like fallenleaves into theriver, under the bridge,”he saysand thinks that it’sthe deepest shitone can utterabout life a life that he’sso damn full of He wakes up at 6 AMevery morningand drinks water, stretches,jumps a bit goes into the bathroomcomes outprepares a protein shakespreads peanut butter ona digestive cookieingests all that… Leer más No other heaven I need to grind for