Fakespeare by Bogdan Dragos

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A black and white historical drawing of a king being pointed at by his queen and an old woman
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he sat on his knees

before the


by the window

and tapped swiftly

on the screen

of the cheap tablet he’d

bought second hand

It had only a few apps

and the one

he used was

the notes app

It’s hell having to tap

on a screen

to write

but the alternative was

scratching words with

a pen on


and those couldn’t be sent

anywhere these days

He had to get with

the times

At night he kept dreaming

of a device that

would turn one’s thoughts

into written words.

The future will

bring that for sure, but

for now he couldn’t even


a small laptop

It’s hell having the

words in

you, ready to blaze out,

and not being able to

offer them the means

Oh, he

was frustrated, alright

And behind him a

woman’s voice

kept asking ‘when’

“When what?”

he snapped…

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Exiști în majoritatea timpului

>‿‿◕ English translation HERE!

MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

tu nu exiști când
ochii-mi sunt deschiși,
nu exiști când 
sângele nu-mi e otrăvit,
când sufletul mi-e împăciuit,
când stomacul mi-e plin
și când am companie

deci exiști în majoritatea
dragă muză

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Oamenii ca tine, mor tineri

(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ English version HERE!

MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

– Oamenii ca tine mor tineri, îmi zise ea.
Tu nu bei peste măsură, nu 
te droghezi, mănânci destul
de sănătos,
rar ieși în oraș, rar întâlnești
fete noi.
Dar continui să scrii, băiete.
Continui să scrii
și asta-i suficient ca să le-ntreacă
pe toate cele de mai sus.
O să vezi tu...

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Cum să scapi de fluturii din stomac

( ^◡^)っ English version here!

MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

Mi-am vizitat prietena în spital
după operația de apendicită.
Arăta bine
și zâmbetul ei a pus un zâmbet pe fața mea

– Mi-am făcut și o prietenă, zise ea.

Era o altă fată în salon cu ea
și fata asta,
cică a ajuns în spital pentru că ar fi șpreiat un
întreg tub de insecticid într-un pahar
pe care apoi l-a băut.

– De ce? Am întrebat eu.

– Ei bine, zise prietena mea, n-ai înțelege.
Hai doar să spunem că, draga de
ea voia să-și omoare fluturii din stomac.

– Ok... 

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Allergies by Bogdan Dragos

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An evil looking gray cat staring ahead from behind a gray blanket
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“Are you trying to

kill me?” his mother screamed. “Are

you trying to fucking

kill me!?”

He backed away. “Mom, please.”

“Shut up! You brought

a cat. A cat! Of all things. In the house!

Knowing full well

of my allergies. That is a declaration,

young man. A declaration

that speaks

very loud. You are trying

to kill your own mother, you

insane monster!”

An hour later he

was in his room

caressing the cat’s head

and back

while it lay on his chest

and purred

“Can you believe her?” he

said to the cat

“Hardly,” said the cat. “She was

a monster though. You made

the right choice, baby.”

“When I decided to

keep you?” he asked

“Yes,” said the cat. “And when

you stabbed her in

the chest. You’re such a good boy.

That’s why I love you. And

after I help you calm


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It’s All a Game by Bogdan Dragos

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A doll lying submerged in green moldy stale water with a frog sitting near its head
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but what are we alive for

if not to play

and enjoy


life itself is

but a game

and the best at it are

those who don’t

grow up, those who can

still view it

as such

She tried to teach her

four children

this truth

that’s why she brought them

into the backyard

where all the small trash bags,

so well wrapped in tape,

were laid on the grass,

and told them,

“It’s like that Easter game

where you find

the eggs. Only this time it’s

with small trash bags,

and you’ll be hiding

them.” She clapped

her hands a few times. “So let’s

go then. Mommy will

play along this time.

Let’s hide

the bags.”

It was the police

who came to

search for them later

“Can we build a dad

with all

these parts?” asked

one of the kids

after the policemen


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Pisica din papuc

(っ◕‿◕)っ English version HERE

MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

Camera era rece
și flori gri de mucegai 
înfloreau pe pereți.
Și-a dat jos papucii
și aceștia fiind cele mai calde
lucruri din cameră
puiul de pisică
se adăposti într-unul din ei.

El stătu pe o saltea în colț
și mângâie pisica
din papuc.
Deodată, zâmbi și zise,
– Eh, măcar n-am datorii.

Până și Dumnezeu
a fost de acord cu el. I-a făcut
cu ochiul
prin gaura din tavan.

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“she speaks the language of blood” — POEM featured in Suburban Witchcraft Magazine Issue 1

Issue 1 of “Suburban Witchcraft Magazine” is now live!
((๑´ᗜ`) isn't the cover absolutely stunning? Wait till you see the rest of the artwork inside!)

And I have the honor to be featured in it with a poem titled "she speaks the language of blood".

Give it a read HERE!

( ✪ワ✪)ノ Thank you very much! 

dirty eyes By Bogdan Dragos

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the woman with the dirty eyes, they called her as she always beheld people like they were but dust in her eyes Her face would make that expression of pure disgust one feels while passing a homeless drunk in the streets. Fallen and stained with piss and feces and blood People weren't worthy to be held in her eyes but the people were everywhere she looked So she looked less into the world and more into her papers where she drew the few things she saw Every human being was drawn with hair covering their eyes and every animal with human eyes, clean eyes she'd been drawing all her life and now more than ever before She had a new dog now. One so meek and so obedient that it allowed her to stretch open its eyes and lick them with her tongue "There is much inspiration to be tasted…

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You Laid Eggs Under my Eyelids? by Bogdan Dragos

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The close up of a housefly sitting on a tiled surface
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the pains in his lower back

were killing him

“Fuck,” he said, “that’s what I get for

not investing into

a decent chair.” He reached into

his pack and took

out another cigarette. “But I gotta smoke

to stay alive.

What a shitty life.”

He typed for another 36 minutes

and then

his friend, the fly, came to rest on his

knuckles. He blew smoke

on it. Laughed

The fly had gotten inside a while

ago. It was a big one, very

curious, ever exploring. And now trapped

He never opened the damned windows

or the door

Sat there in his smoke

and rancid smells. Said they helped with

inspiration for writing. Said

no good writing ever came out

of a healthy mind

He leaned back in his broken chair

watched the fly circle around

the naked light bulb in the ceiling

shook his fist at it…

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