Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Starting the new year with a dream come true ☆ﾟ°.* ᕕ( ⌐■_■ )ᕗ TOME Literary has agreed to feature three of my poems in their 1st issue, titled "Consumption". Check it out HERE! for free 🙂 POEMS: he's the writer! magic fish tank no such thing as something for nothing Also, get in touch via INSTAGRAM. Thanks! 🙂
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!
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 ( ＾◡＾)っ ♡ Thank you!
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
Written by Bogdan Dragos A lone ant crawled into his hair and went across his forehead to his eyelid He woke up Sand all around him and wood above But this was so far from hell Hell was a thing of the past now Now he had her by his […]
A Man Doesn’t Need Much To Cling To Life
The soul must know something that the mind can’t comprehend That’s what they said when they watched him from afar He slept under the bridge at night During the day the poor fool sat by the river banks and threw stones into the water All day long With obsession And when he’d see no other stones he’d start crying Few things are more disturbing to the ear than the cries of an adult He had a family some years ago, they said Had a wife and kids And a job in the mine yonder Then a boulder fell on his head one day and along with his mind it took everything away from him
the room was cold and there were gray flowers of dampness blooming all over the walls He took off his shoes and the shoes were the warmest things in the room so the kitten climbed into one of them He sat on the mattress in the corner and petted the cat in the shoe He smiled and said to the kitten, "At least I have no debts." Even God agreed with him. He winked through the hole in the ceiling
From the hand of the writer Bogdan, we return to the path of short stories – j re crivello (editor)
by Bogdan Dragos
When the enemy strikes keep your gun close to you. That worked during the war, but the war was all those years ago and the saying didn’t apply today.
Today it was more like when depression strikes keep your ice cream at hand. He got into his slippers and went into the kitchen to grab a spoon for his ice cream. Living on the ground floor of an apartment building from the suburbs gives a man quite the sights to see at times. He peeked out the window and saw a man or child, couldn’t tell what the hell he was, only that he was very fat and he held a big silvery spoon in one hand and a pigeon in the other, and crushed the pigeon’s…
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mashed potatoes poached eggs beans and some homemade garlic sauce but no meat for the princess's sensitive stomach "I'm full," she said "No, you are not," said mother. "Eat up. Finish everything from your plate and trust me, it's been calculated. It's the right amount. Now eat up." Father agreed. Being a step-father he didn't have much of a say in this matter or any other It took the princess another twenty minutes to finish the food from her plate and then stood and went to the bathroom but it wouldn't be that simple. Mother had to go in with her And she did and both of them came out and the princess went to her room and mother started cleaning the table always just one step away from bursting into tears which gave her new husband some work with emotional support and all A princess doesn't steal but this…
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As promised, Bogdan opens fire with a short storie -j re crivello (Editor) Something wasn’t quite right in this small, barren room. The man sitting across the square table, dressed in a white coat, seemed a little to calm for someone in reaching distance. ‘I could just reach for that bald head and snap the […]
Daydreaming as a profession 