The Watcher by Bogdan Dragos

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the bartender was displeased with him and the patrons didn't like him much either He was the sickly, slender man who came at opening time and sat at the table by the window, watching the people outside he sat there until closing time problem was, he occupied that seat for so many hours in a row with only one drink usually a cognac sometimes he would mix all sorts of pills in it and wait for them to dissolve some did others didn't Regardless, he sipped at his drink and watched the people outside and spoke to nobody and seemed never to be bothered by noise, like he was deaf and the days passed and the weeks went by and he'd show up without fail When they did talk about him they called him The Watcher and speculated about his mental illness However, when I went to the bar myself…

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23 February 2022 13

Sometimes You Just Have to Kill ‘em by Bogdan Dragos

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A hand pressed against a window with water droplets on it — Image Source: Snappa

watching the rain fall against the window

while listening to

whiskey blues

and thinking about her

and how great it would’ve been if she

were still alive

Only the whiskey is

missing

and the cigarette

and the willpower to admit that

she never existed in the

first place. Not outside the pages of

the book

he was writing

-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 a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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21 February 2022 22

a fine day to meet a genius by Bogdan Dragos

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I saw him busy and focused beyond focus over a yellow legal pad that he held in his lap He squeezed the pen like struggling to strangle a snake and his tongue was poked and clasped tight in a corner of his small mouth for maximum concentration "Damn kid," I told him. "Now that's a flow state, if I ever seen one. What's your secret?" He made the briefest eye contact and said, "If I took the time to tell you, I'd lose it." That was the best answer I ever got. The kid was a genius. I was standing in the shadow of a giant right there in that cafe. I beheld a god But his mother wasn't very fond of me talking to her kid as I passed their table to go to the bathroom I tried to explain to her that I also write Kinda... Well that…

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16 February 2022 8

Most Subjective Industry of All by Bogdan Dragos

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“Some poets are lucky,” he said. “And

others simply aren’t.

Remember, as long as we talk

about the publishing

industry

it’s all about luck.

Like, yeah, go ahead and name

one, just one industry

that is more subjective, or just

as subjective as

the publishing industry. I bet

you can’t.”

“Um, fashion industry?” I said

“Fashion bullshit,” he said.

“You’re not even close. Had you any

knowledge you’d know

the fashion industry is actually

not subjective at all. You just

gotta look skinny as a patient

who went through their

36th appointment for chemotherapy and

you’re good. You’ve made it

in the industry. Beauty is not

even a requirement. You just gotta be

skinny as fuck

and with plain features. Kinda like a

hanger that people

hang clothes on. Nothing more.

A well dressed scarecrow

can make it in the fashion industry.”

He turned to the side

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14 February 2022 3

giving the supreme gift by Bogdan Dragos

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there was no
gentleness
in mother's touch
as she seized him
by the shoulder
and stood him
down

"Never disturb your
grandfather again," she
told him

Never disturb a man
who is thinking
about death

He had learned the lesson
so well
that he started
the practice
himself
And he wasn't even old

Death was fascinating
to think about

it was the topic of
the wise
while the ignorant and
foolish
avoided it
and associated it with
fear

Death is
the opposite of
a curse
It is a gift

and the wisest of all
is he who
understands that
when it comes to
gifts
giving is more important
than receiving

Give freely
give abundantly

give the
supreme gift

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9 February 2022 8

You’ve a great burden on your shoulders, young soldier by Bogdan Dragos

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His child was an infant

who couldn’t

possibly consent to having

his father

use him like a therapy pet

But he did anyway

He wore his military uniform

as he held the kid in

his arms

and rocked him

and spoke to him

saying, “I have done it. I’ve killed

children just like you

in the war zone. Children with and

without parents. I shot them,

ran them over with the tank, launched

missiles at their homes

And I was trained to believe I was doing them

a big service. For death

was preferable to a life like theirs. And besides,

I only did my job, I followed

orders. I never watched their

eyes when I did all those things

but their eyes were watching mine, I know.

And I’ll never forget. So is it

fair that I should

return to my safe home

and my lovely…

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7 February 2022 15

Bogdan Dragos has renewed with Masticadores

(づ ◕‿◕ )づ BIG THANK YOU to Masticadores!!

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Masticadores&Gobblers is pleased to announce that Bogdan Dragos has renewed with us; It is the fourth time and series that we will publish it. We have already sent by the author 50 pages that we will gladly present to everyone week by week.

We will say that Bogdan is very followed and the visits and readings of him are very high, with which sometimes an edition of a book of poems is not as read as his publications in Masticadores (and in MasticadoresIndia too)

Thank you Bogdan!

Greetings

j re crivello

Founder and Director of Masticadores (16 blogs, in 10 countries and 5 languages) https://masticadores.com

Masticadores&Gobblers tiene el placer de anunciar que Bogdan Dragos ha renovado con nosotros; es la cuarta vez y serie que le publicaremos. Tenemos ya enviados por el autor 50 páginas que con gusto presentaremos a todos semana a semana.

Diremos que Bogdan…

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4 February 2022 13

You continue because of it by Bogdan Dragos

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it's a bit cold I'm sitting by the margin of the river Fishing A bit upset There were too many fish who escaped my nets I sigh throw 'em again wait I catch one pull it out and stomp on its golden head rip it apart from the body and drink its blood ... Yeah, bullshit I'm sitting in the office night shift supervising casinos through CCTV cameras it's 05:53 and I'm ignoring work to write poems like this one and something always comes up and makes me forget my ideas The phone rings Some customer causes trouble in some casino Some other customer is suspected of cheating A bouncer falls asleep on his chair due to lack of activity The game attendant flirts with a customer There's a bill fallen on the floor and I've to determine its owner A bunch of idiots are being too loud Some other…

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2 February 2022 8

Said the Ashtray by Bogdan Dragos

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Of course

predators don’t always murder their

prey

Many times they will just

catch something

for fun and then

release it

and revel in the godlike feeling of having

allowed a creature infinitely

weaker

to live

“My cat brought me a mouse,” she said. “Held him

from the back of the head,

like a newborn kitten. You know how

cats do, they sometimes bring

you game

like a trophy

or to show appreciation for taking care

of them, allowing them to live

in your house. Well, mine brought

this cute little mouse

and guess what,

the mouse is still in my room to this day

but the cat is not. I don’t

know what happened to

her. She went out and never

returned. It’s been a month and a half. And

it hurts all the more. That cat

was my therapy animal. She helped

me cope with…

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31 January 2022 6

Bleed ’em to death by Bogdan Dragos

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"Eh, sorry, sorry," she would
say
but the wound would be already
open

She would close her eyes
squint them
poke her tongue out
and shake her head
"Sorry."

She liked to bite
couldn't help it

"You're gonna kill somebody
one day. Bleed 'em to death or
something."

"Sorry, sorry."

but some people
some girls
are just impossible to stay mad at

Despite her words
there was
no remorse for opening the wound
no remorse for licking it
making it bigger with her tongue
And no remorse for sucking
the blood out of it

She never swallowed
Just swirled it around her mouth,
loving the saltiness
and the taste of metal,
and then let it drip down her chin

She was arguably
one of the
greatest
among the great ones

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