“Cream of wordflakes” – free for reading

About Cream of Wordflakes: – to be served with a mint leaf and/or cinnamon sifted on top – Sounds sweet, doesn’t it? Well, believe me, it’s not. Or not always. Because not all words are always sweet, and because we don’t need only sweetness on this world. There are other tastes too, that require our … Continue reading

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Spring

Drowning in a sea of clichés is supposed to not be something pleasant – especially when you see them all over the landscape of your thoughts, and they reproduce themselves almost in a hydra-like manner – you manage to cut one down only to see other three blossoming in its place. The sky isn’t much … Continue reading

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fume

[…] in my palm drunken with stains of sunrise a moth searches for the path of yesterday while rays vibrate under the voice of a blackbird, like a violin string swooshing ‘neath a fidlestick sounds glide, blunt and sharp, and light shivers in search for a fulcrum within them – the moth is doomed to … Continue reading

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pins and needles in god’s tongue

[…] you say “surreal”… there’s no such thing as “surreal” – things beyond the reach of the numb limbs of our conscience need not the blessing of our knowledge to exist but figure this: words do not need us to survive – and when we pluck them randomly from god’s tongue we barely cream their … Continue reading

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‘she’ saga

night crawls within the soil dissolved in slowly melting snow confused, she walks the frozen path searching for untimely berries and murmuring with a dreamy voice –  your rib – my spine     your smile – my shrine she roams with rosaries made of apple pips hanging around her wrists and ankles – she stumbles … Continue reading

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lost

 – for a crippled angel – green grows the light through the old church’s stained glass windows – and red and golden and a weird shade of blue, but mostly green, trying to decompose into rudimentary terms of human perception the flawless logic of the sun from beneath kisses of dust, the icons stare at … Continue reading

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sonnet in g minor

the grinning gray geometry of thoughts extends its gimpy limbs with gritty skin into the hidden meaning of “why not’s” like greedy tentacles that groan and spin, and nude, the gorgeous gravity of time is flaunting glamorously beads of sand attempting vainly to conceal the grime grotesquely tarnishing “because”’s land. a gaud is every second, … Continue reading

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excerpt from the current issue of The River Journal

Opinion ~ Is buying poetry a fad? February 10, 2012 By Liliana Negoi Today I am beginning this column not with my personal opinion on the topic, but with the conclusion of our recently run survey, which was quite a firm “No”. No, buying poetry is not a fad, but due to various reasons, with each … Continue reading

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wordology

“[…]lloma speni dario ec carimae pare usquiae id aascili id perive saagi vostamo lloma disigi ennese am sarii ec solamo enne arminae siddae um cavo infero […]” (not an existing language – the translation of the above lines is strictly at the reader’s imagination 🙂 )   © Liliana Negoi

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requesting your assistance with a survey :)

My many and dear friends – we’re running another survey for The River Journal, and this time it refers to the decreasing interest in buying poetry books. Please, take a few minutes and complete it at the following link! And if you can, spread the word so that we have as many respondents as possible, … Continue reading

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