Short Interview with Bogdan Dragos

Well, believe it or not, someone actually decided I'm interesting enough to be interviewed ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

I know, right? 

( ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)
\╭☞ \╭☞ here's the INTERVIEW on GOBBLERS / MASTICADORES


Oh, and expect to see poems of mine there. Soon.



PS
Big thanks to the editors! 



4 POEMS featured in Terror House Magazine

Finally!! (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ 
I've managed to put together 4 safe, innocent, and family friendly poems that have been featured in a highly prestigious magazine
(づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ 

Feel free to read them and please tell me which do you think it's the least 'family friendly' among them (if there is one, of course).

Thanks in advance (^_^)


TITLES: 

superstitious woman
facing the dark corner
a blunt weapon
a very happy neighborhood

[POEM] “tarot reading” – featured in Horror Sleaze Trash

Horror Sleaze Trash

tarot reading

She was sucking
on a red lollipop
quite loudly
and would constantly
take it out of her mouth
to stir her whiskey with it

She wore round sunglasses
a crimson bandanna
her hair in thin dreads
and all her shirts
were sleeveless

She took the lollipop out
one more time and
pointed it at him
across the table

“You want some?”
she asked

“Um, no thanks. I, uh,
stay away from sweets.”

She dipped the lollipop
back into the glass
and stirred a bit
then put it back
in her mouth

“Good for you.
I’m not too fond
of these either.
Just use ’em to help me
break the smoking habit.
It’s been working lately.”

She picked up the glass and took a sip
of the lollipop-flavored whiskey

“Anyway, like I said,
I brought you to my place
to read your tarot cards.”

She pulled the deck out
from under the table
and began shuffling
it intently

“If all’s good,
there’ll be a second date
and perhaps even…

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2 POEMS featured in The Beatnik Cowboy

The Beatnik Cowboy

bit by bit, little by little

there were times when she bit and
chewed the inside
of her elbow

to spit the bits of flesh
and the blood
on her grandma

but those times were over

almost forgotten

along with the teachings that
her blood is poisoned
because she was conceived with the
wrong woman, meaning
not the one grandmother intended for
her father

But today all those
people were dead. Only father was
alive

He was all right. A hard working
man, busy with life

busy enough not to notice
that his daughter
is constantly sprinkling ashes in
his food and coffee

He’d almost consumed the
contents of
his mother’s urn

there’s just
a bit left

we gotta spend more time together

“I was ten years old,” she said,
her head resting on
my shoulder. “And the flames
covered the damn sky. Though our
neighbor was actually
lucky. Lucky…

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Bogdan Dragos

Horror Sleaze Trash

Failing Forward

in high school
he repeatedly told her
that he was saving
himself for marriage

and eventually
she left him alone
but after graduation
she approached him
yet again

and this time he told her
that he was focusing on
his career as a writer

they both had their dreams
and they kept dreaming and
fighting to accomplish them,
insisting and getting up
from every defeat

failing forward
as some would say

It took decades but
eventually both of their
dreams came true

they were married
and he still hadn’t struck a deal
with any publisher but
made a relatively okay
income self-publishing

he wrote for a very narrow niche
very trashy erotic fiction
and his lovely wife helped him
with inspiration and research

“C’mon,” he urged her,
“moan a bit harder,
cry some too.”

she did as she was told
as he went around her
with the camera

it was hard work but
at least the German Shepard

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