The Watchmaker’s Song I. The first dream and the first chant of the young watchmaker It is only this wind’s chant Steeping deep in my ears The enchanting flowers blooming far away The chant of the virgins from the sapphire kingdom, The chant of old clocks with gold wheels,
Arrogance it ought to have altered my existence. I observed him bent above his composition, hours consumed informing minuscule granules of tinted sand of his convoluted plans on the soil, sketching cobalt flowers, scarlet flowers, a single colossal blossom obscuring the dried, packed earth. It was so lovely,
de Mario Șerban This is a narration of my self-induced dreaming experiment. Over the past few days, I have been experiencing several episodes of lucid dreaming. As if there is another accessible reality where I can jump whenever I desire. For my sanity and own literary interest, I have decided to keep a record of […]
by Paweł Markiewicz A poem from my drawerling, to wit red notebook 1998 what is a nothingness? solely an adumbration of the voidness – forsakenness
No Art without Startle: 35 Word Idioms No belief without a lie No business without sin No character without an act No coffee without a fee No courage without rage
by Oliviu Crâznic The magick in our tale, Deceiving and untrue: I`m not the greatest poet – But, darling, nor are you.
Travels Tell me your wildest vacation fantasy. There, we will visit our home.
On Deck in Rough Water The ship rocked from side to side and I was the only one on deck.
by Oana Celia Gheorghiu Neither here, nor there. Her here is not where she is. She is there only because acted like you didn’t want her here. She thought that she needed a somewhere. An anywhere. Across felt like ersatz back then. It feels like darkness now. Mind void. She took what was given to […]
Kanovitz’s Vernissage, by Haneke (The McDonaldization of terrorism) George Ritzer and a corner are not the same thing: enclosed, the vernissage fifteen, in an unending McDonald’s, in the attic of a skyscraper,