Author: Bogdan Dragos

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

Face Behind Bars by Bogdan Dragos

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The close up of a woman's face where only her orange eyes are showing and her black hair is falling on her face while she covers her remaining face with the palms of her hands
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her hair made her face

look like

it was always

behind bars

or trapped

in barbed wire

Nothing could get

through those

thin bars

but the mouth

of the bottle

as it joined hers

strands of

hair would get

inside her mouth

and between her lips

and into the bottle

and she

wouldn’t care one bit

“If I were a bird,” she

said. “I’d never

sing. I’d just

fly and fly

and fly around the world.

Around and

around until

I’d get hungry

and thirsty

and I wouldn’t eat

or drink. No,

I’d keep on

flying and flying until

I’d drop dead into

some ocean

somewhere. That would

be a life worth

living.

Ah, but I’m not a

bird.

The being that I am

can only imagine what

it’s like to be one

while drinking

herself into the

ultimate fantasy. Here

I go.”

The mouth of

the…

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Unele lucruri nu mai pot fi puse la loc

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some things can never be put back together

Some things can never
be put back together
after they’ve been
taken apart

No matter how much
willpower is involved

One of those things,
she now knew for sure,
was a marriage

Like the one
she was presently fleeing,
flying down the highway
like a fiend or a bat out of hell

Another such thing
could be her right hand
resting severed on the seat
there beside her

Though she wasn’t so
sure about the hand
Maybe if she made it
to the hospital in time?

Maybe
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the ultimate thief by Bogdan Dragos

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sparks blazing in her eyes, she watched him from across the fire sitting silently on her small log, bracing herself shivering a little “You see,” he said, “this fire gives off more sparks than flames.” She nodded And he went on, “It's because it uses souls as fuel. I'm burning things that once used to be part of people, things imbued with their essence. A favorite scarf gifted by a loved one before departing, a wife's beloved ring, a child's doll that resembles their mother, a purse that is seen as magical by a rich merchant who thinks she got rich by holding money in it, an army general's lucky loincloth. These objects have in them parts of the souls of people who used to own them. Other thieves think they're stealing things of value, but they don't know what true value means. Me, I'm no ordinary thief, as you…

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This Species has to be Killed in its Infancy by Bogdan Dragos

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A sheaf of white aged papers in a burst of flames
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the kid

handed him a piece of

paper and asked,

“Can we put this one

on the fridge?”

It wasn’t a drawing

“What’s this?” he asked

There were words

written on it

I am getting in my car

and I’m driving very far

Following the star

of my dreams

It seems

my destiny awaits

as all good things in small crates

So I’m ready to unpack

hoping it’s not something wack

I want the best of the best

The sun on the sky

I’ll be a writer with a vision

in my eye

“A poem?”

“Yes, a poem,” said the kid. “Can

we put it on the fridge

along with the drawings?”

The father stared at it

for a long time

Finally, he crumpled the

paper and said, “Let’s not

do that.”

“But… why not?”

Dad looked very troubled,

trying to squeeze

an answer

and getting only…

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Words are for foolish humans by Bogdan Dragos

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“I wish I could write my feelings on the wings of a blue butterfly,” she said. “And then follow it around the room with a burning candle or a lighter until I burn it to a crumpling crisp. I would write about you on those wings, of course. I would go to sleep dressed in funeral attire, hiding your solar plexus between my legs, your skull between my breasts, my tongue circling around and around over and over again inside your orbits. I would decorate your skeletal mouth with rose petals and stick thorns between your teeth. And how many vertebrae do you think I can swallow without choking? D’you think that with training, in time, I could deep throat your whole spine?” His lips parted for a reply but she quickly sealed them back with a finger dipped in her body juices “Shh, don’t answer me with words, darling…

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Already Talking like a Real Man by Bogdan Dragos

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A bare chested young man with black marking on his body and holding an axe up in one hand and the index finger of his other hand is placed on his lips
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their deaths were

four

days apart

first went father

and then

mother

And now the dark smoke

took the shape of

a cat

and clung to his

shoulder, digging sharp

claws into his

tender flesh

“It hurts,” he cried

“Oh, shut up,” the smoke cat

said, “Be a man. In this

world only the

strong survive. While the weak…

look what happens

to them. You must

become strong.

So start with your father,

he’s been

dead for longer.”

“But I’m scared of blood,”

he cried. “And it

stinks in here.”

“You’re scared because

you’re still not a man

yet. Grab the

fucking cleaver and start

working!”

He didn’t want to die

like them. So he

raised the cleaver above

father’s violet wrist

and dropped it

The blood

squirted stale and

stinky

in all directions

“Ew!”

“Ew is well said,” hissed the

cat. “That was

below pathetic. How…

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It’ll never be the real thing, of course. Yet in some ways it’s even better than the real thing

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By Bogdan Dragos

she didn't hide it No, she held it in full display in her living room It was a baby's head floating in a jar "I wish I could just unseal it and open the eyes," she said. "It would really look infinitely more beautiful if it had its eyes open. Maybe I could snip off the eyelids. But I'm afraid I won't be able to seal the jar back. This small wonder has been taken from a research lab. The baby was born dead so the mother, not a Christian one I take it, had donated its body for science. I too lost a baby, only mine died before exiting the womb. And I had this nerdy boyfriend at the time. He worked in the research lab and stole this for me. This is what true love is like. I tried again and again to get pregnant…

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Tomberonul din alee

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No One has Seen True Horror until they’ve Seen a Heaven without Animals by Bogdan Dragos

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An abstract image of a cross against a red backdrop and a silhouette of a dog next to it
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a dog doesn’t know

much about

the world,

as most animals don’t

and they don’t care

about the world

or about their inability

to comprehend it

Animals are perfectly

self-centered,

like human babies

Well I knew this girl

who was an animal rights

activist

and couldn’t make her

peace with

animals not following their

owners to heaven

Animals don’t go to heaven,

is what religion stated

She had visited heaven

a few times

and came back. It’s done through

intense meditation

and with the help of

a few special mushrooms

And every time she had

visited heaven

she saw no

animals there

If heaven doesn’t have

pets

then heaven is not worth

going to,

she concluded

and she meditated some

more and

had more out-of-body

experiences

and experimented with

new shrooms and herbs

It eventually became clear

to her

that animals don’t go

to heaven

because they…

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they complete us by Bogdan Dragos

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Dear readers

We have reached an agreement with Bogdan Dragos to publish the 5th series of his poems. We are grateful for his collaboration as we highlight that he has hundreds of readers who follow his publications every Wednesday.

Thank you Bogdan! —j re crivello (Director of Masticatores)

they complete us

"But real love," she says, "is when you'd sew your skin into the skin of your lover to become one. If I could cut off my arm from the elbow and cut yours off as well and join them together as one limb, I'd go for it. I'd then follow with the other arm, then the legs, and finally the chests and the foreheads and lips. We'd die of course, but that would be the beauty of it. We'd die together, as one. We'd become a mass of filth and puss and rot and eventually melt into a…

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