▶️ BASA: POUR WHISKEY OVER MY HEART AND SET IT ON FIRE | Bogdan Dragos

BUTUNG IS LAYP | Coconut is Life

afternoon coffee with Bogdan
2022 | © tea solon
Mandaue City
Philippines

Taking a short break from doing translation work and now devouring Bogdan‘s 2020 poetry collection PourWhiskey Over My Heart And Set It On Firewhich carries with it the signature images that scandalizes, tears, and undo me every time. I love how Bogdan’s poetry disturbs the psyche and annihilates moral boundaries that sometimes Boccaccio’s The Decameron comes to mind and marries every heinous psychological thriller film there is. Great afternoon read!

View original post

BRILLIANT BLOGGER POET INTERVIEW: PROVOCATIVE DAYDREAMING WITH BOGDAN DRAGOS – PART II

Poetry and Prose of Ken Hume

5. Where did you get the idea for your Daydreaming as a Profession blog site? Was it something you’ve always wanted to do? And how long has it been in existence?
Daydreaming is and was always my favorite activity. And the one I’m really good at (because it happens effortlessly). I’ve been doing it all my life, but never thought I could create something tangible from it.
Now pretty much every poem is the result of daydreaming.
Growing up, I’ve often been told that I daydream too much. The Romanian expressions for daydreaming sound something along the lines of, “to dream with one’s eyes open,” and my personal favorite, “to dream of green horses on the walls”.
Goodness, I can’t recall how many times I’ve heard that in my life. If someone could show me snapshots of my life, 85% of them would probably be of me holding a fixed…

View original post 753 more words

BRILLIANT BLOGGER POET INTERVIEW: PROVOCATIVE DAYDREAMING WITH BOGDAN DRAGOS – PART 1

Poetry and Prose of Ken Hume

Welcome folks to the latest edition of my Brilliant Blogger Poet initiative which this week features what promises to be an intriguing and insightful interview with the daring & provocative Mr. Bogdan Dragos. He works in a casino by night dreaming of being a writer of renown, where I imagine he meets all sorts of interesting & strange people. Thank you Bogdan for agreeing to participate in this initiative.

1. First of all I’d like to ask you have you always been drawn to expressing yourself through the written word and telling stories?

Oh, absolutely not!
I hated reading and writing as a child and as a teenager. I hated school and everything that resembled or reminded me of it. One time I got into a fight with a friend at the end of summer vacation because he wouldn’t stop talking about how eager he was for school to begin…

View original post 2,279 more words

Un mort inteligent

(ノ*・ω・)ノ*. ☆゚ English version HERE!

MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

în viața de apoi,
creaturile care s-au strâns în jurul lui
l-au întrebat: 
– De ce-ai făcut-o? De ce ai sărit în
fața acelui tren?

El ridică din umeri. 
– Viața nu mai merita
trăită
și voiam să mă răzbun.

– Să te răzbuni?

– Da, să mă răzbun.

– Pe cine? 

– Pe tipul care conducea locomotiva, evident.
Adică uitați-vă și voi, soția mea
divorțează de mine, un avocat, ca
să fie cu un dinăsta de conduce trenuri.
Vă vine să credeți?
Trebuia să fac ceva în
legătură cu asta. I-am sărit înaintea
trenului și acuma saracu’ are 
șoc post-traumatic, depresie, e pe cale să-și
piardă slujba, soția mea își reconsideră
intențiile de-a fi cu el. 
Viața lui e nașpa, ce să mai zic? 

– Uau... ești un mort inteligent, nu glumă.

Imagine de Jozef Baka de la Pixabay 

https://bogdandragos.com/

Volume publicate:

View original post

A King David of Our Times – New poem featured in SPILLWORDS

New poem featured in the illustrious SPILLWORDS PRESS!

TITLE: a king David of our times


( ⊃。•́‿•̀。)⊃ Give it a read HERE


Thanks! 

An Attempt at Flash Fiction (for Bogdan Dragos)

Andrew Dabar

“It’s my life!”

In the week following Christmases ago, an old timey preacher listened gravely, though not condemningly, to a young man as he confessed his love and determination to run off with a married woman in the congregation–after which–the tall grandfather clock in the far corner of the study seemed indignant and extra loud, as if it were counting down to the Day of Judgement instead of the new year.

In the thoughtful silence which ensued, the preacher removed his thick glasses, fogged the lenses with his breath, and wiped each slowly with a handkerchief–the one he always used to blot holy sermon sweat from his brow. Swiveling around in a squeaky chair, he reached for the paper tray situated beneath the HP printer he barely knew how to use and retrieved a clean sheet.

“Son, if you came here for my blessing, you certainly don’t have it. But…

View original post 96 more words

A Cracked Shell by Bogdan Dragos

Don't forget to check out and follow MasticadoresIndia to find more writings to enjoy! Thanks! 
ヾ(o✪‿✪o)シ 

MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill

A slug sitting on a small rock
Image Source: Snappa

“Lack of love,” she once told him, “can turn

a man into a cracked shell. Turn

his steps into rotten

butterfly wings falling. Turn his

breath into ether. His heart into a sick slug

struggling to escape a haunted bog.”

Sure, sure

but then again his parents told him

long ago when he was a child

that if he kept making ugly faces

he’ll remain like that forever

Well, now his parents weren’t here

and she wasn’t here

He was all alone

with his cat who gently licked at its genitals

besides him on the other pillow

Other than the cat’s saliva

breaking apart in contact with its fur

and skin

there was no sound in the room

it was all so peaceful

There was a gentle drizzle outside

just enough to keep people

and noisy children off the streets

It was perfect

Had she been here

View original post 146 more words

Bogdan Dragos has renewed with Masticadores

(づ ◕‿◕ )づ BIG THANK YOU to Masticadores!! 

Gobblers & Masticadores

Masticadores&Gobblers is pleased to announce that Bogdan Dragos has renewed with us; It is the fourth time and series that we will publish it. We have already sent by the author 50 pages that we will gladly present to everyone week by week.

We will say that Bogdan is very followed and the visits and readings of him are very high, with which sometimes an edition of a book of poems is not as read as his publications in Masticadores (and in MasticadoresIndia too)

Thank you Bogdan!

Greetings

j re crivello

Founder and Director of Masticadores (16 blogs, in 10 countries and 5 languages) https://masticadores.com


Masticadores&Gobblers tiene el placer de anunciar que Bogdan Dragos ha renovado con nosotros; es la cuarta vez y serie que le publicaremos. Tenemos ya enviados por el autor 50 páginas que con gusto presentaremos a todos semana a semana.

Diremos que Bogdan…

View original post 55 more words

TV Remote by Bogdan Dragos

Check out MasticadoresIndia and find more writings to enjoy (=•́ܫ•̀=)

MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill

Image Source: Snappa

a thief had entered the house

and all

he stole

was the TV remote

Perhaps some prankster kid

because at times

the TV would act strange. So he’s probably

close and messing with them

there was only the two of them

home. The old man with

dementia and his

daughter, not a very young woman herself

unable to speak,

the old man

began to cry because he couldn’t

watch his favorite

cartoons on TV

and he cried and cried and kept crying

about it

It was too much

and, the daughter thought, it was

about time. About time she

left the past behind and

started her

own life. She was 39, childless,

no husband, no boyfriend, nothing.

Over the next few days

she arranged for the old man

to be placed into foster care. He was still

crying.

Sacrifices had to be made. She was wiping her

View original post 116 more words

Major Decisions by Bogdan Dragos

Check out MasticadoresIndia and find more writings to enjoy (´,,•ω•,,)♡

MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill

A young man wearing gray standing and leaning face forward against a gray wall
Image Source: Snappa

you know you’re depressed when

the window in your room

looks better with the

blinds on

than with a clear view of the outside

“But I’m all right,” he said

to himself

Beyond the thin wall

he heard wheezing breath and grunts

and moans. His roommate

was living the college life, alright.

Kid kept saying it is game that gets

you girls and not money or looks. Sure, but

it’s easy to say that

when your dad just

casually drops the keys to a brand new BMW

when he visits.

Meanwhile he’s been bartending for

the last eight years, since he turned twenty. Maybe

dropping out of college wasn’t

the greatest of ideas. Neither

was breaking up

with the only girl who cared for him. He

knew she cared for him because

she wouldn’t stop nagging him

to go back to college. Because

she wanted a life

View original post 134 more words

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: