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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raindrops

    © Liliana Negoi  

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teenaging

One more time my hands run wild all over the keyboard, eager to just chain words to the blank page and feed on them, to feed on their meanings like a predator, to feel their juice running down on my chin without caring that my mouth is smeared with crushed particles of language, while listening … Continue reading

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reptilian – tanka suite

for a teacher “listen to your fears playing, in-between your breaths, rock-paper-scissors, claiming a thin primacy one against other”, he said. “just like sly serpents exuviating their skin they prepare themselves for the next proper moment to sneak out into the light – and after they creep, within the nest of your mind, lingers, slithery, … Continue reading

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