by Daniela Topârcean I’ll keep your kiss in breathing, in the heartbeat – where love is, in the timeless second that will flow from the wave of time, in the caress of the wind that sings infinity in the cherry blossom. I’ll keep your kiss in the scent of roses, in the soft rays of… Leer más The Kiss
by Petru Racolța I wore it for several yearsAnd we got along like twins,We had the same thoughts and dreams,We fit in when choosing games.Since a time ago, older people began to laugh at him,And I thought it is best to hide him,I locked him in the little rooms of my heartAnd I only looked… Leer más My Inner Child
Beats the rhythm Inside my chest, Shaking the tender bones of my ear Arousing the eternal chorus The human heart beat, The womb of sound and voice That speaks in vibrations to The celestial mathematician Caged inside my cells How we dance, Humans How we shake our heads and hips Filling up the empty dark… Leer más CONNECTION by Sara Reichert
Introducing a new collaborator SONGNGUTAITRAM, Vietnamese art and literature By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm there will always be more of the poor than the rich hence every poem you write about the rich you should write ten poems about the poor hence every song you sing about the rich you… Leer más there will always be more of the poor than the rich
By Tania Vessey The jumble of words that I had written over the past few years had confused me enough to need a timeout. Time to reflect, time to reassess, time to understand what I was trying to achieve with the parts of chapter five that I had written with large gaps in between each… Leer más Beyond words By Tanya Vessey
there was nothing to explain here the man’s wife told them everything they needed to know Her husband wrote poetry Yes, that would be enough to explain why he cut off his penis and tried to use it as a pen before collapsing on the desk, blood pooling at his feet below Being a poet… Leer más more than enough to explain by Bogdan Dragos
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Seven nights of this!It has been fun and reminiscent,but I am tired! I need to rest. Every night, for a straight seven, the same routine –as soon as I fall asleep, the doorbell rings.A faint ding-dong redirects the plot of my sleeping dream. In the dark and in my current dream scene, I’d like to… Leer más Ding-Dong, Let’s Dance! by Michele Lee
By SedenB Watanabe Last night, I dreamt of a stranger who was lost and when I asked him where he wanted to go, he replied “Love”. Since the time I woke up, I’ve been thinking about this particular dream and I decided to pen it down, before i forget about it. Have you guys ever..lost… Leer más Discovering my own magic..
By Manuel Calderon Night, caged in a dark sky, let me be born before I die let me hear your footprints before it rains She took the sun from my arms leaving my days without shapes or colors The moon spills in my window coming to light the separated halves of that love that we… Leer más NIGHT, NIGHT
by Manuela Timofte Fill your life book with Love & Gratitude! Copyright © 2021 manuela@inalove.world . All rights reserved Photo credit: Pixabay
by DidiArtist A sacred place of silence and contemplation “The heart of Kirpal Sagar is the Sarovar, an oval-shaped pool surrounded by four corner buildings. The edifice in the centre of the basin bears models of the four main types of sacred buildings: a gurdwara, a temple, a mosque, and a church. Their respective shapes… Leer más Sarovar
Introducing a new collaborator SONGNGUTAITRAM, Vietnamese art and literature eyes closing the cause of his tears wrapped in the arms of the cold night he begs you for a dare we’ve been too soft why can’t we be tougher By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm the moon and the stars looked… Leer más Lê Vĩnh Tài | everything was wrapped in a glorious chill (275)
By The National Library of Israel The letter with which Stefan Zweig took leave of the world is preserved today in the archives of the National Library of Israel Stefan Zweig was born in Vienna in 1881 to a well-to-do Jewish family. As the younger son, Zweig was exempt from the obligation to pursue a… Leer más “My spiritual home destroyed itself”: Stefan Zweig’s Suicide Note
By Chantal Brown blog There is an odd moment I recall every now and then. A memory that revisits in the hour when the moon untangles her chiffon veil, shadows pooling at her feet. Tonight, it finds me in my failed search for sheep to indulge a silly bedtime routine. I met a girl whose… Leer más A Peculiar Memory
By Aedus Rhyte “Lately I’m feeling a lot of paranoia. I find it hard to trust someone Just by talking to them. It’s like, I know I’m being crazy. People don’t just randomly Turn against someone. I have no reason to be part of a conspiracy. I’m just being crazy.” “No, hon, It’s not you… Leer más Kind Sentiment
His name was always linked to the term elusive and he was universally acknowledged as a brilliant writer and an enchanted poet. And the day came when his little apartment reeked of rotting flesh and the authorities had to break his door down. There was no family to inform but the whole country was now… Leer más The great one by Bogdan Dragos
By Tina Cleveland blog The snow is falling gently, it’s quiet all around Everyone’s in their own world, on the streets there’s not a sound, Lights are twinkling brightly, indicating there’s life within But not in Gordon’s heart, he’s soaked to the skin His feet ache with the frost bite, his clothes have seen better… Leer más Life so Fragile
by Mike Steeden blog ‘An Unusual Take on Life and Social History from the 1950’s Onward‘ In a perfect world I’d have been rich and famous thus deemed worthy of penning the story of my own life. In reality I am a content ‘nowhere man’ with a vast chronicle of all things bonkers to pass… Leer más AN ‘ONLY CHILD’ & HIS MUM’S AMAZING GERM PHOBIA
