a kind of man

© Liliana Negoi

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solstice

allow me to not be able, to not WANT to sleep tonight, for fear that dreams might cling too tightly to my eyelids and wouldn’t allow the photons dripping through the moon’s veins to lecherously caress my retina while sand flows, washing my feet of summer’s mild pains. porous thoughts about a Magdalene crucified on … Continue reading

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memento – tanka

do you remember the ladybug to which once i sang by your side? i recall the barn swallow dining on it next second.   © Liliana Negoi

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Brief waking-up petition

I have a problem with this “there is a God/ there is no God” dispute, because people tend to focus on a less important aspect of things, from my point of view. Whether there is or there isn’t a God above us (whatever “above” may mean, in its entire relativity) WE are here. WE, as … Continue reading

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flows – tanka

irremovable time courses ponderously along veins of clay – listening to its ripple thoughts weave for it a delta   © Liliana Negoi

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composite

in today’s mud after yesterday’s storm terracotta dreams and graphite pencil mines (carbon copies of diamonds…get it? carbon copies… carbon equals life…maybe that’s why so many people love diamonds while others love words…) mix in a sweetly melancholic mélange together with your giddy ravings – (the distance between a point and itself can quite fairly … Continue reading

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cast-a-compass day

Whiskers of kittens on morning’s face, the sun wearing cloud glasses – me too darn shiny for it, giggles a cherry tree. A horse pulled chariot rolls over the dog’s dreams, which reminds me that I have forgotten mine… floors need sweeping, windows need wiping, dust must die – or at least emigrate outside the … Continue reading

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Effects

You can’t rely on the fluttering of a butterfly to change your weather. Not even on those inside your stomach – although those are known to endow your life with the most wonderful storms of all. But to look at an adult moth for instance and to expect its fight against sunrise to end your … Continue reading

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tongue in cheek sonnet

Warning This Poem is rated Mature…make that VERY mature, and may (actually it does, not just “may”) contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. Viewer discretion is advised. Some say you shouldn’t talk when getting laid while others love to moan the whole act through, some claim that all the restlessness displayed is meant to … Continue reading

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