e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Oliviu Crâznic Awakened I was sleeping when you entered my chamber, So beautiful and naked – the first rain of July… Your body moved in whispers and tenderly you’re saying, Rose lips close to my ear: “Tonight just you and I…”
by Tantra Bensko The stoney spheres feel the force of their own cemented sand. It weighs them down. They reach their mind into the deep deep ground. Through layers of porous sand and carbonates. They are that deepest ground 6 million years ago. What is time to a Trovant? They breathe in and […]
by Gherasim Luca translated from Romanian by Ştefan Bolea I am free so I can pay attention to the things around me my fingers shivering like poplars, short as bullets squeezed firmly the woman’s white neck like ancient poets were squeezing in their usual love fits for nature flowers – sheep – field […]
Kiss I lifted the September soap and began to sponge my closest companion that I knew all too well, but never in this manner.
by Oliviu Crâznic The summer breeze is spreading the infection; You play the piano as I play the violin… We light the torches to restrain the shadows – Once the End over, something else begins.
W.E.N. S .: A Rotating Poem West: not unlike a giddy goat wandering among the ruins of a long lost civilization you keep searching
by Holly Day we found the tomatoes grew best in the cemetery sending their thick roots deep into the soil, wrapping thickly-furred cilia between sinew and bone, found new life in places left for the dead.
by Aprilia Zank preparing for the death on stage – III you touched her neck with white suede gloves kissed her bit her before you placed the crown on her head
by Anthony J. Langford Human spiking The troublesome one Begins in soil And ends in flight The damage is done in the bedroom
by Oliviu Crâznic The eventide descending, I get your invitation And leave behind my manor, preparing for your games; I’m passing through the gate, of gold and hawthorn flowers – A few attend the party, but we are heavy names.