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 — Image Source: Canva Pro

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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22 May 2023 0

Wolf Head Hands by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers & Masticadores // Editora: Nolcha Fox

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Thick socks

that my grandma made for me

from wool

I see them lying on

the rug at

the foot of the bed

and they look like the heads

of wolves in

waiting

waiting in the snow

behind bushes

dry with frost

I grab them

and slide them down my fists

like gloves

I have wolf heads for

hands

And I start punching things

and grabbing them and shredding

them with the fangs

the blanket

the tablecloth

the pillow

my knees

yet in my fantasy I can’t decide what

happens when the

wolf head hands

meet each other

Do they fight

and bite each other?

Or do they cuddle and lick?

Luckily I don’t have to

find the answer. My

grandma opens the door and yells

for me to come

out already. It’s time for school.

Yes, despite anything I thought back

then, I do miss…

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20 March 2023 17

Lost Talent by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers & Masticadores // Editora: Nolcha Fox

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sitting alone on the

orange living room sofa

at 02:21

in the night

thinking

trying to feel

something other

than hatred and rage

In older times,

with a younger self,

a book might have

helped

Not anymore

The book she was holding

now

was one for children

A coloring book

and the pencils were scattered

like fish outside

the water

all about the orange sofa

She was holding only

the gray one

and in the light of a small

lamp

began coloring

inside the outlines of

weird characters that

looked like eggs with

hands and legs

and faces

roaming about in what

looked like some cave

Maybe the story

was about their escape

from there

She didn’t bother with

that

She bothered with struggling

to take her mind

away from

the fact that she could not

fall asleep

“How could I go to

bed?” she wrote…

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13 March 2023 20

Și cum arată fata perfectă pentru tine?

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

4779 de pagini digitale umplute
cu sentimente și
pură incoerență

mii și mii de 
greșeli gramaticale

o inimă frântă care
se mănâncă pe sine

un ultim rămas bun care a ieșit
odată demult din gura 
unei foste iubiri 
încă răsunând precum un ecou
în ureche

un stadion întreg de gândaci
și șobolani 
care dau petrecere în casă

o cutie poștală înecata de
facturi neplătite 

camera ei 
un cimitir de sticle goale
ninse cu scrum de țigară 

niciun venit

curentul gata să fie
tăiat

și ea încă mai 
scrie

Imagine de Karolina Grabowska de la Pixabay

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3 March 2023 2

Soul Cells by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers & Masticadores // Editora: Nolcha Fox

The close up of a golden dragon's head with its tongue out against a multicolored background — Image Source: Canva Pro

I can see it

clearly

even though the napkin is

folded and crumpled

around the small things

it covers,

I can see on it

a drawing of a dragon

with flowers for horns

it pokes its

forked tongue at me

and winks

also its eyes

have long lashes

“You listening?” she says

shaking the

fist that holds the

napkin

I can no longer see

the dragon drawn

on it

“What?”

I say

She proceeds to open the

napkin and

reveals a few small, white

pills.

“Forget what they taught

you in school. Despite

all they said,

the nerve cells of the brain

can actually be regenerated.

It’s been proven.

An’ you can do it

with these here beauties.

C’mon, take one.”

“What?” I said. “I didn’t

know my nerve cells

are damaged.”

“That’s because your

nerve cells

are damaged,” she said

“Damn…”

“No, seriously. They have…

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20 February 2023 13

have you gone completely mad? by Bogdan Dragos

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of course, it's not easy If it were easy everybody would've done it But this... this required courage above all. It required guts. It required an overdose of nonconforming And today was the day that proved he was just the right man for it Often the right man is the insane man, the soul who dares to be the revolutionary who goes against the system Dammit, everything was in place. The cards were dealt and all bets placed. The muse was caged and ready to be milked "Here I go," he said, ignoring the knocks and the shouts coming from beyond the sturdy door of his office The nonbelievers were trying to reach out to him fools without vision like his mother and his wife and mother-in-law and the children Oh, they demanded to know for what reason did he suddenly decide to quit his high-paying job at the law…

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1 February 2023 15

quitting motivation by Bogdan Dragos

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He placed the camera on the tripod and the tripod on his desk and stood about four minutes in silence just staring at it after pressing record unblinking "It happened the other night," he finally said. "After about four or three hours of random executions with no context and deadly accidents and maiming and animal cruelty and animal attacks on humans and basic degeneracy, I stumbled upon her video. I swear to God and back, she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. With a face so clean and so symmetrical you'd think it was computer generated. Oh, but she was real, alright. She was so real. And what she did was real. She motivated me. You know how sometimes you don't feel like getting out of bed or doing anything really and then someone shows you some guy without hands or legs or both who does that thing? It's…

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21 December 2022 25

please, please, please by Bogdan Dragos

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she'd never seen a room so barren before Only white walls, a brown door and large windows with white frames Yet someone was living in it Someone who wanted it to be this way Her younger brother sat, as always, in the wheelchair by the window “Uh, forgive me if I'm being a nag,” she said, “but I gotta ask again. Are you absolutely sure you don't want anything in this room? Not even... I don't know, a bed maybe?” He wouldn't face her. Only the large white framed window “I don't sleep in a bed,” he replied. Why do you even ask?” “Ah, s-sorry. I just... I wanted you to feel like home in here, you know?” “Oh, dear sister, but I do feel like home. After all, isn't this what home felt like all along as we grew up?” She lowered her gaze to the gray floor as…

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16 November 2022 11

thrill of the wrong place by Bogdan Dragos

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she sat him down at what she judged to be the most isolated table in the restaurant and then seated herself across from him took off her shoes and did what she always did when they shared the same table placed her feet into his lap and began to work around the belt and the zipper She was getting quite good at it. Unnaturally skilled. Her toes having the dexterity of fingers “When will you get tired of this?” he whispered She smirked at him and said, “To get tired before the climax is a sin.” It was true. In her world. But her world was a most weird one If not in the restaurant, she'd only want to get intimate in the back seat of some bus. If not that then in the bathroom of some gas station. If not that then in some changing room of a clothing…

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9 November 2022 4

Jar of Bugs by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers & Masticadores // Editora: Nolcha Fox

A man's hand holding out a cup of coffee in the foreground with a view of a city in the distant background — Image Source: Canva Pro

he rides a rusty bike

in the cold

night

sliding like a

fish

from alley to alley

He’s going up

the hill again

All he’s got on him

besides

his clothes

and the bike

is a thermos filled with

coffee he got from

the vending machine

at the mall

coffee bought with

money earned

from a day’s work of

standing by the traffic lights

at the intersection,

waiting for them to turn

red

and offering to wash

someone’s windshield

Once on top of the

hill

he leaves the bike at

the base

of the water tower

and climbs the cold

iron ladder

There’s no one to stop him

at this time

He sits down

cross-legged

opens the thermos and pours

the coffee into

the cup part

and sips

Ahead of him

the city sleeps

Only a lone light shines

here and there

in some window

If…

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