by Mike L. Utley To slake my thirstWith dew from leaves that never see the lightArboreal the tears that fall and quenchThe darkest dreams To fill my bowelsWith loam whose cloying scent bespeaks of deathArboreal the taste of living earthMy hunger begs To see the gleam‘Neath tenebrous shadows and rayless grovesArboreal the blackest night in dayBelow …
by Anca Horga By the lake I sat and criedDeciding to leave old thoughts behind;I immersed in it, deep belowIn the darkest ground floor. Under the unbearable pressureI received a gift,To use or leave,A Time Machine. Route to the past I chose:Could five future minutesLast eons?Only one way to know. *** Pe malul lacului am …
by Rana I had undergone more than I merited or perhaps even longerI’m a nobody still in the heart of someone I had cherished in this lifetime I am outraged; my heart bleeds, lock & load sorrows and repeatHow long is the destiny, how hard I must suffer more to be prime I am sad …
de Aura Popa Te tot privesc… Din umbră… Nu mă vezivenind, plecând, venind din nou pe drumultivit ba cu genuni, ba cu zăpezi…N-ai tu habar că veșnic mi-e parfumulla câțiva pași de-al tău, că îți zâmbesccu dragoste și-acum, ca-ntotdeauna…Nu știi tu câte clipe irosesccertându-mă cu inima-mi, nebuna,că nu-nțelege că-i zadar purtatulstâncii de dor pe umăr …
by Lynn White The response to any creative workis subjectivenecessarily soinevitably.But for a novel to work successfullyfor any one of uswe must identifywith the characters,feel for them,care about them,at least for one of them.Surely that is true.I always believed it.So Dunmore’s “Your Blue Eyed Boy”is an anomaly.I don’t like anyof the characters.Don’t identify with them or with any …
by Daniela Topîrcean muzică celestă -simfonia liniștiiîn inima mea heavenly music -the symphony of silencein my heart 天の音静寂と言うシンフォニー * lumini astrale -curgând prin spațiu și timpmuzica sferelor astral lights -the music of the spheresflowing through space and time 時空には星の音楽星明り iceberg eșuat -liniștea răsărituluipe țărmul pustiu stranded iceberg-the silence of the sunriseon the lonely shore 氷山の浜に静かな日の出かな …
de Petru Racolța O gâscă din ogrăjoară,Cu o mare elocință,M-a abordat într-o searăSă-și expună o dorință. ”Destul am fost exploatatăȘi cer ferm, nu într-o doară,Să fiu și eu protejatăCa lebăda, bunăoară. Grația mi-e similară,Doar suntem rude de-aproape,Iar natura se-nfioarăCând alunec peste ape.” Am ascultat-o cu teamă,Știind-o periculoasă,Dar i-am spus că-i o problemă,Deoarece e cam… grasă. …
by Bianca Alina My soul is trapped in a bodyThat no longer belongs to me.My mind is just a land of broken memories.It hurts to live between two worlds. Sometimes I feel like I’m my own worst nightmare.I can’t do anythingWithout help.With any passing moment,I lose more cherished memories.I look at you, and I can’t …
