embraces

the volatile edifice of your last kiss still living its death on my skin is like one of those sweet pains of clay jugs which, when hung in a nail, know that the river will no longer be the same next time it will embrace them   © 2014 Liliana Negoi originally written in Romanian

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pink

should i make a little effort i could present life to you in some pretty convincing shades of pink, that would make you wanna lick its contours as if it were a strawberry-tasting lollipop. i would educate your eyes to not see the shades of gray and even the chromatic palette of the mud on … Continue reading

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school

i don’t want to be wise. on my stem grow too many buds of doubtful colours and among them doze adorable latches from yet unopened doors, searching for the heat of my palm. i don’t need to be wise – it would be of no use to me if i could count the seconds until … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on God

Yes, I know, it’s been a VERY long while. And honestly, I was kind of wondering if I’d get to write such weekly ponderings again, because I was caught up with tons of things around here. But it so happened today that, when I took my children to school today, my elder one’s teacher mentioned … Continue reading

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burning

on the even, round hill, there burnt a flame, flickering longingly towards the sky, comparing itself (delirious) to the stars winking back. it had no idea how many ghosts circled it and neither was it interested in the shadows born out of its groin, flowing in all directions and melting in the night’s darkness, and … Continue reading

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