The envelope

[…] and it so happened, that day and at that hour there was not a single person on the street where Anna lived. She was walking fast towards her place, with a certain inner shiver fulgurating through her veins, for which she blamed courageously the late autumn wind – after all, it kept blowing and … Continue reading

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cold

  © Liliana Negoi

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complementary

in the field of lavender twilight was floating, playing hide and seek with the fireflies. “wisdom hurts” he murmured, “gray is painful and words lose their innocence under the weight of thoughts”. he dived slowly inside the ocean of perfume, stroking hypnotically the sleepy flowers, staining his robe with pollen smelling like dead sunlight. with … Continue reading

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excerpt from the current issue of The River Journal

Opinion ~ The number of wars by Liliana Negoi There was a study done at some point which determined that the cumulated time of absolute peace on earth during some hundreds of years – that is the total time in which there wasn’t the tiniest war or revolution or anything of that kind anywhere on our … Continue reading

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candle

a candle dies – dissolving its spirit in a blue cup, carelessly placed on a table’s edge. not alone – but near others of its kin, waiting to commune at their turn on the silent flame shaped like an arrow head translating slowly the candle’s breath into light. a candle lives – scratching thin layers … Continue reading

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always here to stay

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tide

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About bravely taught and proudly learned lessons

About half a year ago I applied for the role of collaborating writer to a small e-zine named at that time The River Paper. To my awe and joy I was accepted in the team, and I began to write short opinion texts that were published there once every two weeks or so. In time … Continue reading

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fioritura

free to roam through the chambers of my mind, thoughts mix antagonistically, deriving one from another, black and white like jazz themes melting piano keys into one perfectly fluid evening, smelling like comfiture of words and rhythm, sweetly stained by a single mole-like spot of chocolate in the corner of a Mona Lisa mouth, proof … Continue reading

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rosae sapientia – sonnet

capriccios rose, ye whirling flow of perfume intoxicating people with your essence, alluring in your velvet petals’ costume, why is your beauty doomed to evanescence? is it for reigning over other flowers too haughtily unfolding your prestige? or maybe for your hypnotizing powers that hold one’s admiration in your liege? or maybe it’s because your … Continue reading

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