Written today, this poem comes as it is. It might be part of a series, it might be just a one off. If you read it all, you will understand why. the whiff of hot cocoa milk and a strange little childhood in a communist flat the whiff of hot cocoa milk two furry faces…
Photo: @Gareth Reed carbon gas dwells just a few notes above the golden tears and the village dazed by music tequila marijuana I remember the first time I heard his music that summer when I was very fat very in love with a German young man visiting with my cousin I was one step away…
In the intro for my newly-launched vlog, I mentioned my poetry book “Sister of war”, published in 2012 in Romania. There is a story to this, as I left the country in 2011 and never expected any longer an email back from the editor, after months of waiting. The reply then rested in my old, unused inbox…
