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there is a middle way, apparently by Bogdan Dragos

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It's late 23:58 not many buildings around and even less people a few trees and bushes and a mostly empty parking lot I walk towards my car when she comes out from behind the yellow dumpster approaching me holding a clinking piggy-bank in her pale outstretched hands “No thanks,” I said and resumed my walking, checking my pockets for the car key “But,” she said, “if you don't take it I won't be able to haunt you tonight.” I stopped Turned around Walked back a few steps to face her again I pulled out a coin and tossed it into the small opening of the piggy-bank There is a middle way, apparently If you have an infinite amount of coin tosses you have a possibility of landing it on neither heads nor tails Eventually, it'll land on its edge and stay so I think it did on that night I'm…

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Two Disowned Souls by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers & Masticadores // Editora: Nolcha Fox

A woman standing with a wine glass in her hand and her head tilted to the side while a man sits diagonally behind her with a wine glass in one hand and wine bottle in the other
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those were some

seriously

tired eyes

Some people are just

born

with them

It’s not a matter of

getting enough

sleep

The tiredness

is in the soul itself

He looked forty

though he was

twenty-two

and as she told her

friends

(with the family she

didn’t talk)

she found him in a bar,

passed out

under the table

“I kicked the fool in

the side, lightly,

and the next thing I know

he’s humping my leg

and calling me ‘mommy’.

How can you

not take a boy like him home

and fuck him?

Well, admittedly I was

pretty drunk.” she laughed.

“Anyway, I’m still holding

on to him

to this day. Did you

know that he writes poetry?

Of all things, hah! He writes

these honeyed love poems

and reads them to me

and I pay him with some liquor

and a good fuck.

We’re pretty…

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Pe din afara oricărui grup

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

vecinul de deasupra 
susține că 
Dumnezeu îi lipește 
notițe pe 
frigider în timpul nopții

L-am întrebat 
desigur
ce scria pe ele,
însă el îmi răspunse că trebuie
să-l urmez la biserică
dacă vreau să aflu

În general nu sunt
un tip curios
așa c-am refuzat. Și ce să vezi, 
câteva zile mai 
tărziu văd o grămadă de oameni
urmându-l pe vecinu’ 
la biserică

Se uitară cu toții în
cealaltă parte când
am trecut pe lângă ei 
și-am salutat

Adevărul e că nici nu mă-ndoiesc
că Dumnezeu
i-a vorbit vecinului prin
notițe și a dat astfel speranță 
multor oameni

Doar că, 
pur și simplu, 
îmi place mie să fiu
pe din afara oricărui grup
mai mult decât îmi place s-am 
speranță.

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can’t use the element of surprise by Bogdan Dragos

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the best part about her is that she can never use the element of surprise No, she's always writing with thick carpenter crayons on the walls and details all her plans A STRAND OF HIS HAIR, she writes this evening. AS HE FALLS ASLEEP, I'M GOING TO CLIP A STRAND OF HIS HAIR AND HIDE IT BEHIND MY EYEBALLS. I'LL PUSH IT DEEP He reads the words as he puts on pajamas and goes to bed and pretends to be asleep when his wife comes to cut his hair with the scissors He smiles to himself thinking, or rather knowing for sure, that he'd found true love in life Mental illness is not something to get in the way on the contrary... there is a middle way, apparently It's late 23:58 not many buildings around and even less people a few trees and bushes and a mostly empty parking lot…

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It’s just normal in dreams by Bogdan Dragos

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A woman in a sleeping state morphed with her in a semi seated state with her hand on her forehead
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“Yeah,” she said, “my father was

not the friendliest

drunk in the

neighborhood

and he’s

definitely not missed

now that he no longer

troubles anyone. But

you know, I did learn something

from him, alright.”

Listening to

her words, he poured another

glass for himself

and then

one for her. “What could

you learn from a

man like him, darling?”

She took her glass

and smiled

and licked her lips, biting

the lower one

as she stared at him

before she drank. “See, this

is what I like

about you. You’re the opposite

of my father. You’re

the friendly type of drunk. The

type that betters the

party rather than ruining it.

I can love a man

like that to death, I

really can.”

She drank and made kissing

motions with her

red lips

at him

“Anyway, about my father. From

him I learned that

dreams

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just four walls by Bogdan Dragos

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there is something about
walls
and man's
inborn need
to be surrounded by them

It's those who
grew up
not surrounded by them
that know best

Last night
was
for him
the first night spent
alone between four walls
in a long, long time

and it wasn't even
a jail cell

It was a
rented room in the basement
of a building

Small, narrow, yet big
with emptiness

Just a bed, a wardrobe,
a desk and
a chair

and nothing else was needed
to feel fulfilled
and to dream of
something so warm and wholesome
as a woman
sitting on a pillow
on the floor,
holding a cotton swab in one
hand and inviting with
the other, pointing to
her lap

Heaven

Four walls, man. Only four
walls and a break
from the madness outside
and there you have it

Heaven

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What you get from fucking with a writer by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers & Masticadores // Editora: Nolcha Fox

A blue-hued man against a red background with two fingers of each hand pointing at the temples of his forehead
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She was one pretty woman,

alright,

but her hands and fingers

and palms were horribly

messed up

“It’s from drinking,” they said,

and she

didn’t deny

It was from drinking

She would drink

distilled drinks only

and preach about the evils

of brewed drinks

while doing it

Then,

somewhere along the way

she would

remember

how her ex lover got rich

from writing and publishing a

book

about their relationship

It was one hell of a funny

story

and she got no

slice of the royalties from it

Not that she wanted any

What she wanted

was to

have that story erased from

the world forever,

and it was incredibly difficult since

everyone was talking about

it these days

So she would

lock herself in the house

and drink

and when she was done

she’d

hurl the bottles against

the walls

and then start collecting

the…

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the writer kept typing by Bogdan Dragos

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the old man wrote about miracles and wrote that it takes a miracle to know a miracle They found him dead over his writings on the day before Christmas and declared that he had been dead for weeks But of course that couldn't have been true His daughter was home but days ago and found him alive He smelled strongly of alcohol and sweat and rotting flesh, but he was moving just like any other living man Hunched over his small desk and typing on the keyboard dead men can't do that “Must've been a miracle then,” said the doctors. “According to the expertise, and the expertise is not wrong, this man has been dead for at least a week and a half.” But of course the doctors were men of science and men of science knew nothing about miracles The writer was alive. Even without a beating heart and…

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To lower one’s self to spending time with real people by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers & Masticadores // Editora: Nolcha Fox

A blue-eyed woman who has blood dripping from her lips and a finger on her lips
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blazing scars

adorned her slim arms

and her shiny shoulders

and her small, round face

It could only mean

one thing

She had a horrible fight

with her imaginary friends

again

Whenever one of those

events occurred she

had to get away from them

for a while, until things

cooled off again

To get away from

imaginary friends

one had to lower one’s self

to spending time with

real people (Ew!)

It was

terrible

It was

a curse

“But I gotta do it,” she said. “I got

this empty bottle

of vodka

that I don’t remember emptying

and I’m gonna fucking swing it

against a wall

and I’m gonna go to the mall

and stick

the sharp end of it into

the guard’s belly. He’s gonna cry

like the bitch he is

and call for reinforcements

and then they’re gonna take me

to jail again.

I’ll…

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all you can do, dear mind by Bogdan Dragos

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he throws his weak body on the bed and breathes against the mattress and feels around with his hands in the vain hopes that maybe, maybe he'll be able to find another one of her lost hairs No luck Ah, isn't it amazing how much of a hopeless creature a human's mind is in this reality? The mind of man is the ultimate loser in all of existence It literally never wins against the heart Never! If the heart tells you to love the one being who wakes you up in the middle of the night with a vicious bite on the neck and demands that you listen to her story about how her fourth eye opened the last time you fucked and she saw God... The mind can do nothing about it. Oh, mind, you eternal loser Don't you ever get tired of losing? Even now as she is…

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