Just a few days into January A New Year A New Beginning Everyone desperately hopes The city is half asleep Even at noon Despite the intermittent alarm tone Of blaring car horns Just an old lazy house cat Snuggled by the crackling fire Nose-in-tail Seems completely unbothered By the rare walkers-by And the mild cold … Continuă lectura I haven’t walked this street in ages
Autor: Adriana Drăgușin
Alone on New Year’s (Not a tragedy)
Yes I'll admit This is not quite how I’d expected To spend the end of last year The second pandemic one As they got into the habit of saying I think I hoped until the very Last day That something would finally unclench From the weirdly replicated Limbo states of stagnant possibility Although a part … Continuă lectura Alone on New Year’s (Not a tragedy)
Miniature rehearsal
Tiny pregnancy Miniature rehearsal For something that may Or may not Still come Prolonged distension Pressing soreness Uncomfortableness Seen or unseen From the outside A low-grade pain between The shoulder blades As if having carried A heavy burden for days Or maybe years Especially on the right side Mysterious Underground connection To the lower abdomen … Continuă lectura Miniature rehearsal
Uneori frânturi
uneori frânturi de poeme se cristalizează pe nesimțite într-un zumzet d-alb desprins sau cuprins din sau în muzica inefabilă a sferelor ca un time-lapse sublim al deschiderii unei flori sau al fugii de nori dar cine are timp să se oprească în loc să tacă apoi să asculte privind cu gura căscată prin țesătura subțiată … Continuă lectura Uneori frânturi