The “H” wor(l)d
Other people’s hunger should hurt us all, physically. We should feel it deep in our stomach, in our viscera, it should make our flesh crawl with horror simply when seeing its fangs piercing their ribs, simply when hearing their own bowels shrieking, simply when thinking how a body is able to self-devour. We should taste … Continue reading
walk
sunlight crucified on pebbles flaunts its fluidity shamelessly – the shade of my sole briefly kisses it, rearranging randomly the photons playing hide-and-seek behind the specks of dust… strange paths i walk sometimes, like this one. i pace it tracing unwillingly its stony lifeforms in search of seeds of clay worthy of remembering. so rare … Continue reading
flows – tanka
irremovable time courses ponderously along veins of clay – listening to its ripple thoughts weave for it a delta © Liliana Negoi
Endless Journey 