Two Bullets

The Yard: Crime Blog

By Bogdan Dragos

she came out of the bathroom with
the pink towel wrapped
around her and found
him sprawled on the bed

very thoughtful

He held in his right hand
two bullets
that he constantly rubbed against each
other with a kind
of obsession

She jokingly said, “So, one for me
and one for you?”

“No,” he said. “One for everyone else in
the world but you and I.”

“Haha, nice,” she said. “Anyway, why do you
always carry those bullets
around?”

“Eh, no particular reason,” he lied

The bullets carried all the
reasons in the world. He
carried them in his pocket ever since seventh
grade when he was mere
steps away from using them on his
bullies

But then
one day
she just showed up and was nice
to him
and the depression became a little less heavy,
just enough to be carried through
the years of…

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The great one by Bogdan Dragos

Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello

His name was always linked to the term elusive and he was universally acknowledged as a brilliant writer and an enchanted poet. And the day came when his little apartment reeked of rotting flesh and the authorities had to break his door down.

There was no family to inform but the whole country was now his family and there would be no problem regarding the burial. Oh, he would go with a ceremony that was bound to become national event. But luckily for the authorities the media didn’t smell the rotting yet. The four cleaners who sealed the apartment and entered to perform the expertise called themselves big and biggest fans of the great, late writer.

“Can you believe this?” one of them said. “We’re alone here with, dare I say it, unpublished manuscripts of The Great One. Oooh, I’m tingling just thinking about it.”

“God, look at this room…

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The New Guy

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By Bogdan Dragos

there was a new guy in the park
among the homeless

He arrived just after the mayor had
eradicated all
the tents and improvised huts

and it was easy to spot him
He was the one who
always had a book in his hand, always
reading

“Check out the new guy,” they
said. “An intellectual. Heh, hey buddy,
what you reading that for? Not like
you gonna get a degree that’ll take
your ass outta here anytime soon. Haaahahah!”

He was reading his own poems
from a time when
he was young and his dreams were
still alive

Today nothing was alive
but misery itself

(Bio: Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog at bogdandragos.com
He has a book…

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Not Ready to Join the Stars Just Yet

Thank you to The Yard: Crime Blog for featuring this one
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The Yard: Crime Blog

By Bogdan Dragos

the girl with burnt face and
faded eyes
would call out to him

She would call out to him in those nights
of wandering alone around the
town
as a way to combat insomnia

She was barefoot
and wore but a simple nightgown
and if he got close enough
she would reach for his hand

caress it a few times
while staring him in the eyes
with her eyes that looked like painted
marbles

Then she would give a nod
and ask him to follow

All the way up that unfinished building
all the way up to the ninth floor
all the way to the margin
all the way to the corner

To watch the stars

But her eyes weren’t looking towards the sky
They were looking down at the lights
below

And every night she would jump down
to join the stars
and he wouldn’t follow

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Green Cotton Candy

The Yard: Crime Blog

by Bogdan Dragos

from 07:30 in the morning and until
09:00 he stands by
the clothes store
and stares at his image in the gray window

He’s wearing a green suit
that now looks kinda brown and feels
in the same time
heavy with accumulated dirt
and light with missing patches

The people pass by him and look either
at their phones or away

At 09:30 he departs from the clothes store
and paces towards the
metro station
where he’ll spend the remainder of the day
playing the accordion for
uninterested ears

Still, some would toss
a coin or two in his hat. Out of mercy
or simply because they
were bothered by the change in their pockets

When the sun sets outside
he emerges from the underground
weighting his earning in one hand

He has a quick pace
despite never eating and never sleeping

The cotton candy stand is…

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New feature in The Yard: Crime Blog (Green Cotton Candy)

Feeling super blessed to have my piece "Green Cotton Candy" featured in the illustrious The Yard: Crime Blog.


Many thanks to the editor! 


Read the poem here. 

just some average guy with an interesting life by Bogdan Dragos

Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello

quite a few times she had to ask him why he was so shy He thought it was just normal to be shy on a first date no matter how many other dates you've been on with other girls He was afraid of getting too deep into relationships, mainly because girls didn't like guys who still lived with their parents He lived with his father who worked as a butcher His clothes were always stained by blood and smelled of salt and iron but worst of all was that he was drunk more often than not About thirty minutes into the date his phone rang and he excused himself to answer. It was his father "Listen buddy. I kinda need your help." "Dad, I kinda need you to understand that I can't save your ass every time you get in trouble thanks to your drinking. I'm busy right now." "Oh?…

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New feature in Edge of Humanity Magazine (fasting for muses)

Once again, feeling super-blessed to have another poem featured in the illustrious Edge of Humanity Magazine. 

This one's called "fasting for muses" 

Check it out here



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New feature in Edge of Humanity Magazine (don’t trade the madness)

Feeling blessed to have my poem "don’t trade the madness" featured in the illustrious Edge of Humanity Magazine 


Big thank you to the editor (人^ᴗ^) 


Check out the poem here

So they asked ‘what does your ideal girl look like?’ by Bogdan Dragos

Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello

4779 digital pages filled
with ramblings
about feelings

thousands of
grammar and
spelling mistakes

a broken heart
consuming itself

a final 'goodbye' that came
out of a lover’s mouth long ago
still echoing in the ears

a stadium-load of cockroaches
and rats partying
in the house

a mailbox chocking
on unpaid bills

her room a mass grave
of empty bottles
snowed with ash

no income

electricity about to
be cut off

and she’s still
writing

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