four nights ago one of the plastic dumpsters caught fire and kept burning until morning it offered light and warmth and the best part… as it grew ever smaller with melting, it resembled a statuette of a female figure licking lustfully at it’s own hands joined in prayer It would’ve been a sin not to… Leer más dumpster fire by Bogdan Dragos
that love is a strange thing we need not remind ourselves again too much has been said about the damn thing and not enough has been felt we’re not getting anywhere like that, are we? Rather than talk about it just allow yourself to feel Maybe go out, open the trunk of your car and… Leer más still playing by Bogdan Dragos
She pointed at the big hole in her ear lobe. “Yeah, I tried putting a horn through it. Real piece of horn from a bull, by the way. But problem was, after I got it in, well, it just didn’t look as cool as I thought it would. It didn’t look like a horn. More… Leer más a big hole in the ear lobe by Bogdan Dragos
By Bogdan Dragos the building was scheduled to be demolished it was already just a pile of rubble standing somewhat together It’ll probably be demolished by the same local company that rejected his application for a job When you’re homeless not even demolition companies will hire you Or perhaps it was because he kept making… Leer más If you don’t make friends with rejection it’ll become your stalker
and again we sit around the table and this guy goes at it once more babbles nonstop about how life is meaningless and how nothing we ever do will have any meaning in the end Ultimately, he says, there is no reason to strive for anything. There is no reason to live You might be… Leer más how do I get to this guy? by Bogdan Dragos
she kicks the dust with her tennis shoes that were cut off to look like sandals squats and picks up the earwig shows it to him tilts her head to the side and brushing her hair back she puts the earwig into her earlobe like in a bowl The insect doesn’t get inside the ear… Leer más many other lies to uncover by Bogdan Dragos
the more you struggle to attain happiness the heavier depression becomes but somewhere along the way you have to realize why you want to be happy What’s the reason? If it’s just because happiness feels good and the other thing doesn’t then it’s not enough the very search for happiness occurs because the mind thinks… Leer más whatever you seek you will not find by Bogdan Dragos
«Is having a few sextapes here and there enough to lose custody of my kids?» she asked. «I do porn. So what? It’s just another job.» «No,» he said. «They took your kids because they were in the back seat of the car while you were giving head to a guy in front. You can… Leer más Does it ever get better? by Bogdan Dragos
sparks blazing in her eyes, she watched him from across the fire sitting silently on her small log, bracing herself shivering a little “You see,” he said, “this fire gives off more sparks than flames.” She nodded And he went on, “It’s because it uses souls as fuel. I’m burning things that once used to… Leer más the ultimate thief by Bogdan Dragos
“I wish I could write my feelings on the wings of a blue butterfly,” she said. “And then follow it around the room with a burning candle or a lighter until I burn it to a crumpling crisp. I would write about you on those wings, of course. I would go to sleep dressed in… Leer más Words are for foolish humans by Bogdan Dragos
By Bogdan Dragos she didn’t hide it No, she held it in full display in her living room It was a baby’s head floating in a jar «I wish I could just unseal it and open the eyes,» she said. «It would really look infinitely more beautiful if it had its eyes open. Maybe I… Leer más It’ll never be the real thing, of course. Yet in some ways it’s even better than the real thing
Dear readers We have reached an agreement with Bogdan Dragos to publish the 5th series of his poems. We are grateful for his collaboration as we highlight that he has hundreds of readers who follow his publications every Wednesday. Thank you Bogdan! —j re crivello (Director of Masticatores) they complete us «But real love,» she… Leer más they complete us by Bogdan Dragos
By bogdan Dragos «You are going to die,» she told him He was silent for a moment and then said, «I know.» «I mean very soon,» she added. «The Holy Mother Spirit Guardian told me. She said, one of the men you’re sleeping with, the one you met at the bar and watched him drink… Leer más all part of a grand plan
it’s been 28 minutes of sitting on his hand and watching outside the window the hand went numb On better days he’s use that hand to please himself, imagining it belonged to somebody else, some cute woman but as it was today he used it to grab the bottle and pour himself another glass of… Leer más how to undo it? by Bogdan Dragos
her words awakened physical pain in him the mere sound of them was like claws scratching against his brain When she’s old enough, a mother can hurt her son like she never could in her youth Listening to her now, he felt like crying And she wasn’t even cursing him She just looked around and… Leer más words that hurt by Bogdan Dragos
by the time she was done rolling that cigarette it looked like a broken, gnarly twig regardless, she put it between her lips, lit a piece of nacho on fire and used that to light the cigarette and then just watched the nacho burn until the flames reached her fingers “Do you remember when dreams… Leer más black and white dreams by Bogdan Dragos
this was needed One more strong coffee one more poem and then he would go to sleep it was almost morning he would sleep during the day and return the next night to write more poems His lower back was hurting It was either the kidney stones or the hemorrhoids or both or something entirely… Leer más a matter of days for both by Bogdan Dragos
he did have a dream of becoming a writer in his youth but youth doesn’t last forever One day he grew up and had to pick a real job. He studied journalism and became a reporter It was today’s task that reminded him of the old dream. He had to interview unpublished writers A lot… Leer más interviewing unpublished writers by Bogdan Dragos
the crystal glass sat alone and empty on the window sill She watched it and studied the imprint of her lover’s lips and fingertips on it “Damn, I’ve never seen you empty,” she said to the glass. “How did we get here?” A good question, she realized. It probably starts from growing up with a… Leer más I’ve never seen you empty by Bogdan Dragos
he used to write those very intense works about human suffering and degeneracy and the corruption of good souls into evil criminals – Breaking Bad style He hated supranatural stuff in writing. Stayed away from it. “It’s just stupid,” he said. “There’s more than enough magic, both dark and light, into the human heart to… Leer más transgressive fiction needs to make a comeback by Bogdan Dragos
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