Untitled I lean Against an imaginary wall Breathless Some of me is still running A distant lull Of fast train on humming tracks My fragile secrets Reach up and hide the stars. I light my imaginary Cigarette It makes this…
I Feel You I feel you in everything… in the glorious nights inside your incandescent eyes where butterflies knit my dreams and compass my heartbeats. I feel you in everything… while resting your sigh in the corner of a letter…
SERKAN ENGİN Barbarian and Ms Daisy yes, you are right Ms Daisy, they came with the wild winds of Greed, brutally slaughtered all the innocent letters written on the wall of Grace, even also babies by burning them alive, before…
Illuminating Rover Light me as the powerful nebulas Returning from light years of photons Be my auroras in the eve of unknown darkness And all other darkness that the lord of light cansolarly and universally define Be my spectral radiance…
BEE LINES The golden bees are making sweet honey From all my old failures —Antonio Machado, transl. Robert Bly In a rough grass patch by a leaning silver birch these boxes left as if in mid-move two raised on a…
Maria A. Miraglia and poetry SHADOWS We meet people so many more than we can count May be when travelling, in pubs or schools black or white Christian or Muslims fair or nasty ones mean or compassionate Each with their…
(Giuliana Monfredi, edited by) Igor Ursenco (born 9 February 1971) is a Moldovan-born Romanian poet, culturologist, fiction writer, screenwriter, currency trader and polyglot translator. The matrilineal descendant from Northern Bessarabian dynasty of scholar Marcu Văluță, director of the interwar publication Moldovan thought (1932-37). In late October 2012 he…
