memoirs in bitter red (I)

[…] the first woman i ever loved had long hair and fractured dreams. her movements sounded like the turned pages of a book. there was something about her, something similar to the frailness of printed paper, and her smell, although so different than the one of ink, aroused me just the same. i never touched … Continue reading

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milky silence

i miss the freedom from the taste of a peach as it used to laugh at me in times gone by, ripped by my milk teeth –   sometimes the words i unearth from the memories still bear its juicy and flavored stigma, my hands smell again like cinder and butterfly wings and sun strips … Continue reading

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the girl who could see the wind

the girl who could see the wind hiding its seeds ’neath raven wings was just an ordinary girl – her gaze, like blackberry brambles, climbed around old mirrors striving to keep its wildness fresh – the girl who could see the wind was just like the salt between us, black and bearer of oblivions – cuddling … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on endings and beginnings

It so happens that today is the 31st of December. Yeah, the last day of 2014 falls in a Wednesday, and as I saw it this morning, a voice inside me (yes, I hear voices inside me – calm down, I don’t listen to all of them :D) told me to make an attempt at … Continue reading

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haiku

mistletoe-decked hearth – a widow, over again, stirring the embers   © 2014 Liliana Negoi

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haiku

swift, a butterfly – in the corner of my eye a shadow fading © 2014 Liliana Negoi

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My writing process :)

A while ago (OK, a LONG while ago, to be more precise about half a year, on the 30th of July this year) I was nominated by Sorin Suciu to carry on a “blogging torch“. I said “yes” at that time, I prepared my answers, and then, due to some personal issues (such a good … Continue reading

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the apparent flow of things

the apparent flow of things is only the passing through the mirror without touching the silver on its back. between us there’s so much emptiness, and we wonder, as if that would be the ultimate test to resolve. sometimes though our ears shelter a cryogenic hissing of violins looking for a higher sense of pain … Continue reading

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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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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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