Lights and Shadows (Lumini şi umbre)
by Otilia Cazimir translated by Ștefan Bolea You have deceitful, black and evil eyes Dead water wells which hide Black eyeballs flickering in the back Enticing me toward the depths like your eyes.
Dream (Vis)
by Mihai Eminescu translated by Ștefan Bolea What a strange dream I’ve had, but dreams Are fabrications of the sleep: The night’s mind makes them up, And they’re told by the black mouths of the night.
poem by Nolo Segundo
The Walking Wounded I see us everywhere anymore, at the supermarket or the mall,
texte experimentale
de Doru Chirodea Două babe în tramvai – Ioi, tu Jadranka, vezi tu, aici în Temeşvar, aici la Elisabetin, atâta frumos era odat. Tot casele vopsiţi nou, tot curǎţit szeip şi fekete la trotoar ! Nu era aci, nici ţigan, nici român nu era, numa câţiva slugi sârbi ca tine era. Ioi tu, acuma uitǎ-te […]
pyramid-poem
The pattern of each dazzling pyramid-poem according to Mr. Paweł Markiewicz
Solarpunk
by Rus Khomutoff
poem by James G. Piatt
Being Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is. | Jean-Paul Sartre Inhaling the last breath of the day’s dwindling hours, an aging man’s
poem by Mykyta Ryzhykh
*** You were not born yet, so sleep. You will be lulled by the winds of wandering on the rocks of the future.
The Present
by Kevin Johnson Murillo I watch the room by candlelight. The sounds are gone. Only echoes of shadows are left on the blinds to keep out the light from inside the room. Occasional footsteps outside the room in the hall connecting it to other rooms. I hope not to encounter any of those beasts tonight.
O întâlnire neobișnuită
de George Dimitriu Leo se simțea deprimat și încă somnoros – noroc că monitorul-folie aplicat pe fereastră începuse să proiecteze imagini pentru îmbunătățirea stării de spirit! O sărută ușor pe obraz pe Sofia, care însă nu se lăsă trezită, căci era foarte devreme. – Hai, dragă! Deșteptarea! Știi că astăzi am o întâlnire […]