What you get from fucking with a writer by Bogdan Dragos

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A blue-hued man against a red background with two fingers of each hand pointing at the temples of his forehead
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She was one pretty woman,

alright,

but her hands and fingers

and palms were horribly

messed up

“It’s from drinking,” they said,

and she

didn’t deny

It was from drinking

She would drink

distilled drinks only

and preach about the evils

of brewed drinks

while doing it

Then,

somewhere along the way

she would

remember

how her ex lover got rich

from writing and publishing a

book

about their relationship

It was one hell of a funny

story

and she got no

slice of the royalties from it

Not that she wanted any

What she wanted

was to

have that story erased from

the world forever,

and it was incredibly difficult since

everyone was talking about

it these days

So she would

lock herself in the house

and drink

and when she was done

she’d

hurl the bottles against

the walls

and then start collecting

the…

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To lower one’s self to spending time with real people by Bogdan Dragos

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A blue-eyed woman who has blood dripping from her lips and a finger on her lips
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blazing scars

adorned her slim arms

and her shiny shoulders

and her small, round face

It could only mean

one thing

She had a horrible fight

with her imaginary friends

again

Whenever one of those

events occurred she

had to get away from them

for a while, until things

cooled off again

To get away from

imaginary friends

one had to lower one’s self

to spending time with

real people (Ew!)

It was

terrible

It was

a curse

“But I gotta do it,” she said. “I got

this empty bottle

of vodka

that I don’t remember emptying

and I’m gonna fucking swing it

against a wall

and I’m gonna go to the mall

and stick

the sharp end of it into

the guard’s belly. He’s gonna cry

like the bitch he is

and call for reinforcements

and then they’re gonna take me

to jail again.

I’ll…

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And the blind guitarist will play on by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers & Masticadores // Editora: Nolcha Fox

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for hours and hours

he lies

down

but doesn’t sleep

“Can’t sleep when your

eyes aren’t

tired,” he says

but his eyes are

beyond tiredness. They’re dead.

Been fished out

quite expertly

a long time ago by a

very unfortunate, very unhappy

mother who couldn’t stand

looking into them

“Bitch should’ve gouged

her own then,” he says

these days, laughing and

making jokes about it

Not a lot of

people

find them funny though

but that’s all right

he’s not some standup comedian

No, he sits down

on the park bench

and plays the guitar

from noon to morning

for eager audiences of

dead children

who look up to him as a hero

Sometimes

real people

even throw coins at him

sometimes

even food

And all his songs

are about

cheering

and loving life

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

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Împrietenește-te cu singurătatea

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

nu-mi amintesc care a fost cel mai
bun sfat
pe care l-am primit de la tatăl meu,
dar cel mai bun sfat pe care
l-am primit de la un
om care nu era tatăl meu
zice așa: 
Împrietenește-te cu singurătatea.

Dacă tu și singurătatea sunteți
dușmani
atunci o să te simți singur

Dar atunci când tu și singurătatea
sunteți prieteni
o să fii solitar 

Diferența dintre singurătate și 
solitudine
este diferența dintre
un copil naiv care crede că fericirea
lui depinde de alții 
și bătrânul înțelept care înțelege că 
fericirea depinde numai
și numai
de sine

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Curing Writer’s Block by Bogdan Dragos

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A bald, bearded man in a white shirt and suspenders holding his head and looking down in pain as his hat sits next to him and many dollar notes are spread in front of him on the table
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as always

when he found himself

afflicted

with a bad case of

writer’s block

he’d cure it by taking

all the money in the

house and

going to the casino

He’d always play the

roulette

and always bet on

the number 17

If he won

his money would

multiply by 36

and if he lost

he lost it all

Of course

the chances being

36 to one

he mostly lost

but losing at the roulette

brought another win,

a cure from the writer’s block

It’s simple

Where there is regret and

self loathing

and grief

and misery

and depression

and madness

there is inspiration

These are the people

the muse visits

and after losing the money he

made by pawning his wedding ring

he knew she’ll visit him

tonight

Unlike his wife

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

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I know that I know nothing by Bogdan Dragos

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they scolded the old man and threatened to kick him out of the neighborhood “You're stinking up the place, old fool!” But he only rocked in his chair and poured another glass and raised it to them in salute and drank and smiled in spite of their frowns He lived in the city of 770 universities. The city of intellectuals, of the highest, most educated, most elevated minds the world had to offer To live here one must be either a grade A student or a published and acknowledged author or artist The authorities allowed this old man on account of being a poet but the citizens, with all their education and knowledge and diplomas would never understand that decision Professors of philosophy offered him as example to the students. “This over here,” they've said, “is the stereotype of the man who stops searching for truth on account of taking…

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The Earlier you Start by Bogdan Dragos

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“The earlier you start in

life,

the better you’ll get,” she said. “That

is, of course, if you

keep going. If you don’t give

up on your dream.”

“Wise words,” I said

She smirked at that. “You bet. So in your

case, you say you started writing

at twenty. That means you

can’t be that good

of a writer. There weren’t too many years

since then. You’re not even thirty

yet. You must really

suck at writing actually.”

I shrugged. “Probably. I don’t know.

I’m not sharing my work

with a lot of people. But what about you?

When did you start beating

at your craft?”

She let out a

very condescending whistle

as she looked up. “I started dancing

at nine,” she said. “Like, every

evening. My big brother would

call me to

his room and give me

candy bars and cans of coke if…

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a successful first date

she slid out of that short
skirt and
removed the panties as well
and hopped on the bed
and took off her shirt
and bra

then assumed the lotus
position and
very calmly said, "You got like…
a needle and some rubbing alcohol?"

"Um, what for?" he asked

She looked him
in the eyes. "I want you to
watch me pierce my
nipples. I've some cute rings
I want to see shining in 'em.
So, you down for it?"

He was silent for a long
time. Just staring
at her tits. "Um… I'm out of rubbing
alcohol. Will some
vodka do?"

"It won't be nearly as
good," she said, "but hell,
let's give it a shot."

His mind was already ablaze with
images of her
being his wife 

at the edge of your blade, and always inside the fire by Bogdan Dragos

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Gobblers & Masticadores

standing naked on the wide window sill she struck a match and lit her cigarette and dragged deep listening to the tobacco sizzling inside and giving up smoke “It's not some special gift,” she says. “I don't hear things that others can't hear. It's just awareness. Being aware of the things others hear but never notice.” “Damn,” he said from the reflection in the window pane. “So everyone else is haunted. They hear and see it, but they just lack the awareness to acknowledge it?” She put her head against the glass and exhaled smoke on his reflection, painting his barb-wire limbs gray. Her good eye fixed on his snake head with a wet feather for tongue. She said, “That's right, love. Now, how about we go and set fire to a fire station?” “How will it be different from last time?” he asked She laughed. “It won't be. And…

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Bilete de adio

English version HERE!

MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

fiecare ezitare, cât de mică,
ia o mușcătură
din încrederea de sine,
din suflet

până când te trezești
că respiri cenușa
bilețelelor de adio

Respiră adânc

Și începe să-l scrii pe 
următorul 

Dar ține și bricheta
la-ndemână 
în caz de orice

Apropo, fii foarte atent la 
gramatică,
să nu te faci de râs în lumea de
dincolo
când ți-or citi ăștia ultimul
bilet 

Imagine de Engin Akyurt de la Pixabay 

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