Solely to Release Anger by Bogdan Dragos

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lots of negative weather forecasts

lately but

the park was still full

He folded the newspaper and

looked to the next

bench where some old man was begging

his caretakers to take him

home

He cried that his hemorrhoids

were killing him

Far into the distance children

were screaming

the kind of screams that make it difficult

to tell whether they’re having

fun or being slaughtered

On the front page of the paper

there was some

article about a recent murder. Some

monster stabbed a kid to death

in a park much like

this one

and everybody was

in uproar

And he fished into his pocket for

a cigarette

and then for the lighter

and smiled at their concerns. It was the

smile of someone who got away

with murder and he stretched it because he’d

gotten away with murder

Many years ago

Far abroad

Into…

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27 March 2023 5

Leatherface by Bogdan Dragos

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MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill

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no, despite what I wanted

to believe

for the sake of

fantasy merging with

reality

she was not the

infamous killer

Leatherface

She was just an

ordinary girl

holding a

human face with a bit

of hair

It was clearly something

very precious to her

“The only thing I have

left from my

father,” she said, turning

it from one side

to the other

and back. “It used to cover

his face and it never

was something pretty. But

what did I know at the time?

I was just a kid.

He came home drunk as usual,

but this time

he was also beat up

real good.

Some friends roughed him

up after he

sold them a bad tip at the

bets. That’s what I

understood later in life.

I loved that man

like any daughter loves her

father.

I didn’t know he was bad

because…

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27 February 2023 8

Să fluierăm împreună

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

Începea omul să fluiere așa la-ntâmplare și întotdeauna tare chiar și noaptea-n pat și încercarea de a-l opri era ca un joc de noroc cusăturile care arătau precum niște omizi pe mâna nevestei sale atestau asta. N-a mai fost săracul la fel de când cu lovitura la cap. A avut nenorocul să treacă pe sub un pod în timp ce niște copii se distrau aruncând pietre Și acum tot apelează numărul de urgențe și spune că soția lui lipsește de acasă, când de fapt ea se află-n cealaltă cameră sau la muncă. Vecinii au început să facă sesizări cu privire la fluieratul său nocturn, și aparent nu mai știa săracul nici cum se foloeste hârtia igienica. Mirosea întotdeauna și era cel mai rău când se urca-n pat alături de nevastă. Era iadul pe pământ, și iadul schimbă oamenii, și-n noaptea asta începu din nou să fluiere și…

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19 January 2023 14

Better Go Back to Sleep by Bogdan Dragos

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the body awakens

once more

without the mind’s

consent

It’s evening

Slept through the whole

day

and another night

of staying alive

stretches ahead

more hours of

wondering

when will it end,

when will it all be over

already

Uh, not the time to get

out of bed yet.

Better sit and think

about the dream

the dream of a black

dog

locked in a big room

full of mannequins

that stare at him

and some

of them point

with their rigid arms

The dog shows his

fangs and

starts tearing them apart

one by one

until not a single

stupid mannequin is left on

its rigid feet

then everything feels

better

the room lightens

It’s been the best

goddamn dream in

a long, long while

Dogs deserve their revenge

upon the world

Even if it’s just a dream

You can’t meet in

dreams

characters…

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16 January 2023 17

The whole of existence is but one single being hallucinating by Bogdan Dragos

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a robust

golden

sun

and a pale moon,

both very friendly

and with enormous smiles

shook hands

right above her

painted on

the low ceiling

She watched them

from her bed,

lying on her back,

thinking that

they’ve always been there

and she glanced on

them since early childhood

when she first

gained awareness in this

house

And ever since

then she lived with

the idea

that nothing was real

The painted sun

and moon

shaking hands were not

the real sun and moon

They were an imaginary

replica made after

imaginary entities

Nothing in existence

was real

besides her

The whole of existence

is but one single

being hallucinating,

dreaming

It’s only her

Her alone

And she’s lying on this

unreal bed

and staring at

an unreal ceiling

featuring two unreal

characters

while

very soon the unreal door

will open wide

and a totally, absolutely,

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28 November 2022 17

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

Wear Gloves if you have to by Bogdan Dragos

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funny thing was that they

were still kids

yet they loved each other much like

grown people did

They ran behind the barn

and behind a haystack and he had his

hands wrapped tightly around her

neck and squeezed hard

and moved like he tried to unscrew

something stuck

It left some nasty

red marks

She had her eyes rolled upwards

to the point where only white

was seen. White as the

froth around her lips

He let go

She blinked a few times

and spat. “No, what are you doing? Why

did you let go like that?

Oh my God, you’re so stupid! Just when

it was getting really good.”

“Sorry,” he said. “I was… M-my hands start

hurting.”

“What? Oh, you’re so lame! That’s

so weak!”

“Sorry,” he said

“Shut up and put your hands back. Get

some gloves if you have to.”

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14 November 2022 2

Could it be that living with an artist was even worse? by Bogdan Dragos

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“I’ve seen people on

their death beds

more alive

than you,” she said. “The

day my grandpa

died

I’ve seen more life

than in your room. At least

he fought back, he

wanted to keep death

away for

as long as possible. He

was 87,

and you’re in your twenties,

looking like

you’re not only inviting

death to take

you, but

downright begging it!

What the fuck’s the

matter with

you?”

“Uh… I don’t

know,” he said

“And that’s your

answer to everything!”

“Well, it’s

true.”

“Ah, take a good look

at yourself. But

what am I saying, you

sleep 18 hours

a day

and spend the rest in

bed. It’s a wonder

you even

remember your name.”

He thought for

a bit

and then he asked, “What?”

It shot a flaming

arrow of

pure rage through her

heart. She raised

her hands high

above her head

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15 August 2022 0

Feeble Door by Bogdan Dragos

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Such a feeble door

it was a joke

like made of cardboard

it stayed ajar

and the rusty knob was barely hanging to it

it didn’t actually work

and there was no locking it either

the only thing that made it

close was its misalignment with the

frame

It just kinda pushed into the frame

and stayed like that

It was bad

And it was worse when daddy

got really drunk and

started banging on things

And it was the worst when daddy’s friends

got him even drunker and

made him pass out on the moldy couch

and came in to play with his little girl

Tonight would be

one of those times

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

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…

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2 May 2022 0

Aren’t we all one head trauma away from him? by Bogdan Dragos

Gobblers & Masticadores

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

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