Ent-Fernung
by Lucia Dărămuş Autumn has never been more beautiful as now the grain of rain weeps on the leaf — heart, painted poem of God which hangs in the shah of life Ent-Fernung!
Celebration
by Ioana Jucan The car .. was being driven safely on the asphalt highway. It was a newly purchased 280-hp, 3.6 liter V6 VW Passat as white as the thick head of foam of freshly boiled milk. It was a dragon-car neither too big nor too small – exactly the perfect size for its four […]
La Journée
by Ioana Jucan Ripe. Riper. Ripest. Ripening. Ripeningly. Ripened. Rip/Ready.
Sound from Sahara
by Diana Todea metal skies-black bones in the desert pray for rain, pagan monk silence no tear
Cannibals
[Van Diemen’s Land] by Diana Todea God, what if we are all preys and hunters, crawling beneath bushes and trees, holding our breath till one of us passes
Drive in the orbit
by Diana Todea let’s drive in the orbit of time clash with machines & ambivalent speeds fast/forward meeting place
Subterranean Spark
by Lucian Mareș Truth I know the truth. Truth is unique, complete, undivided. And you are not part of it. Because your destiny is not here, not now. Your truth is somewhere in the future. The truth is a moral law given by precise knowledge of reality, and reality is only past, only history. Truth […]
Poems by Adriana Boagiu
Adriana Boagiu is a poet whose lines carry a wordy town into flowery flurries of memory and eroticism, both ingenuous and insidious. Her sound skinning sonnets know how to allure and kill softly, while her irregular-iambic-pentameter or vers libre riffs shake and caress with mixed mercilessness and affection. I am happy to greet her shrewd […]
Tender on the Smiles
by Patrick Călinescu When she had tried to smile back at me, her lips creeping on her face skin stopped her short. Unable to sketch the least outlined lip curvature, she just nodded her incapacity into a final shrug.
Tell me how you love, I will tell you how sick you are
by Alexandra Claudia Manta Languidly, I squeeze ink from my wrath. Purple ink covers these soul-peels like little fractal veins circulating my unloaded anger. My moth-mouth stares at daylight wide open, burnt by the unexpected gift of foreseeing. I am legion, but I am squandered. Split I am by your eye blink, and unlocked to […]