vista

Cardboard boxes fill the space above the wardrobe filled, at their turn, by all sort of things. One of them flaunts proudly a bunch of dusty wrinkles, as if they were badges of honor. And they actually are, considering the war against the dust and the sand that the box fought, in order to keep … Continue reading

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wherefore

Your words wither and fall, just like leaves, paving my lips and my skin with their death – never pictured myself to be a graveyard of sort, but GOD! that feels obscenely good… I rake them (your words) and I turn them into yellow scented piles of memories in which my thoughts can wallow, like … Continue reading

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fall-ing – haiga

  haiku, photo and haiga © Liliana Negoi

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drizzle

sweet lightning dripping through the cracks of heaven guards the downward path of rain – clouds bleed cold essence this time of the year, and the skin of thoughts shivers, smiling. rain falls, digging randomly for ant eggs and yarrow leaves and for orphan bushes under the Fibonacci pine spirals. night blossoms tender and humid … Continue reading

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