“jars of bugs” by Bogdan Dragos

Visit Chewers & Masticadores to check out more writings like this! Thanks! 

ヽ(゜ω゜○)ノ Also, check out my INSTAGRAM here

nolchafox's avatarChewers by Masticadores

Photo by Craig Adderley on Pexels.com

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…

View original post 101 more words

Foame

༼つ ◕_◕ ༽つ English translation HERE! 

(つ✧ω✧)つ My Instagram HERE! 

free trial by Bogdan Dragos

the cartoons we used to watch as kids on week-ends, the cartoons that made us wake up early even when there was no school Oh, how important they were…

free trial by Bogdan Dragos
Visit Gobblers/Masticadores and find more writings you can enjoy! Thanks! 
(ゝ◡・)ノ♡

Also, check out my Instagram HERE!

“the world is cruel to artists” by Bogdan Dragos

Visit Chewers & Masticadores to check out more writings like this! Thanks! 

ヽ(゜ω゜○)ノ Also, check out my INSTAGRAM here

nolchafox's avatarChewers by Masticadores

Photo by Hiang Kanjinna on Pexels.com

“You can’t put a leash
on art!” she cried. “The moment
you do so it
turns from a majestic
lion into a grumpy
house cat. Tell me,
would you rather
see grumpy house cats
or majestic lions
when you go out
exploring?”

“Do I really have to
answer that?” He said. “Look,
I’ve had just enough
of your
shitty analogies. I’m
really starting to
think the people
at the gallery were
right.”

Those words delivered
quite the hot
stab into her artistic
heart.

As an artist she
was already quite
famous
for being rejected at the
free gallery
for presenting
a poem about
climate change
written on a large, thick
cardboard.

Nothing wrong so
far, but
the letters in the poem
were formed with living
earthworms
and maggots
and centipedes
and small insects glued to
the cardboard.

The committee rejected
her project
for animal…

View original post 293 more words

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑