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Nowhere Slow by Bogdan Dragos

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Oh God, here she

comes again

by my window

with her dog on

a leash

and now the noise

begins

It’s not barking. I

wish it

was barking

but instead

it’s crying, making

those whimpering

sounds children make

when they try to hold

a cry in

The full cry of some

creatures is

like the suppressed

cry of others

This dog shows me that

we humans

tend to respond to the

suffering of other

creatures only if their

cries are properly

expressed and as close to

ours as possible

That is what gives

their lives

value in our eyes

Step on some random

insect and nobody

gives a damn

It’s because the insect has

no way of communicating

to you that it’s in pain

So underdeveloped is their

ability to express pain

that they have literally

no rights in society

and anyone can do

whatever they…

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party

the music
makes my lungs quake 

there are people 
all around 
jumping up and down 
shouting 
singing 
howling into each other's 
ears 

the lights blaze from above
and the sides 
and even from the floor 

the immense room feels 
like the surface 
of a star 

and its inhabitants dance 
and cheer 
in the flames 

Everyone is happy 
everyone's ecstatic 
jubilant 
wild 
high
frenzied 

having the time of their
life 

And I am amidst 
them all 

They are talking to me
Expecting replies 

The party goes 
on and on
and on 

God... I've never felt lonelier
in my life.
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there can be only one of us. The other one’s got to go by Bogdan Dragos

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noise never attracted me it always did the opposite, so when this bar too got noisy I got out of there and went back home Well, life is strange this way. When you walk away from something, you find something else Like a pesky street magician shoving cards in your face, begging you to pick one, the universe likes to present you things, events, people There was more noise in my apartment building than at the bar Someone was throwing a lousy party I didn't have a problem with the party in itself. It was the music I couldn't stand The music was shit And just as I make my way up the stairs I see this girl seated ahead of me, dressed for the occasion. Black high heels with crimson red soles, black skirt and some black tank top. Her hair was done in voluminous curls, the makeup was…

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The whole of existence is but one single being hallucinating by Bogdan Dragos

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The metal sculpture of the moon and sun cheek to cheek
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a robust

golden

sun

and a pale moon,

both very friendly

and with enormous smiles

shook hands

right above her

painted on

the low ceiling

She watched them

from her bed,

lying on her back,

thinking that

they’ve always been there

and she glanced on

them since early childhood

when she first

gained awareness in this

house

And ever since

then she lived with

the idea

that nothing was real

The painted sun

and moon

shaking hands were not

the real sun and moon

They were an imaginary

replica made after

imaginary entities

Nothing in existence

was real

besides her

The whole of existence

is but one single

being hallucinating,

dreaming

It’s only her

Her alone

And she’s lying on this

unreal bed

and staring at

an unreal ceiling

featuring two unreal

characters

while

very soon the unreal door

will open wide

and a totally, absolutely,

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Poetry Book Reviews: Bogdan Dragos and Michele Lee Sefton

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I recently embarked on a Poetry Book Reading Marathon since so many of my WordPress friends have created and published poetry collections. Since they’ve been supportive of me, I want to support them! I will be posting a series of reviews of their books.

The Muse’s Bad Touch by Bogdan Dragos (2021). Available on Amazon.com.

Bogdan is a Romanian poet who appears regularly on MasticadoresIndia, MasticadoresRomania, and Gobblers & Masticadores. His poetry is dark and rich, like strong expresso, and leaves you questioning your own reality. He explores the darker side of life with characters that can only be described as eccentric, exotic, and deeply disturbing. His ability to test acceptable social boundaries and express a point of view that would shock most people, is what defines his work. In this collection, he writes about his dark muse:

“After all

a poet…

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writer brain taking over by Bogdan Dragos

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A man's whole life revolves around his work that's what we've been raised to believe, haven't we? What right under the heavens have you, a man, to demand acceptance, love, gratification, without giving something in return? From the very days of creation you have been told: “By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return.” Put in the work, man. Put in the work. There's no way around. There just isn't. The words were carved deep with a hunting knife on the top of his desk, and whenever he'd fling and hurl the papers and pens away he'd see and read them and then cover them back with papers and pens Being a writer is just as hard as any other job but you can make…

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For Courage by Bogdan Dragos

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A large black pot with smoke lifting from it and potions and scrolls surrounding it
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“Getting drunk to write

is stupid,”

she said,

“not to mention

utterly pathetic.”

And I said, “Yeah, I agree.”

“Good. Then

why are you drinking now?”

“Well…”

Shit, she got me. There

was nothing

I could say. I didn’t know

what the hell I was doing. There was

still so much about

existence that I

had no explanation for. I didn’t

drink for inspiration. I

didn’t need

inspiration. Just the courage

to write.

Suddenly I felt like the cowardly

lion from

The Wizard of Oz.

The poor fool wasn’t missing

courage, was he?

No, he just needed someone to

tell him that he already

had courage. It was

inside him all along.

Me, if I do drink, it’s never

for inspiration,

but rather the courage to

throw my written words

into the abyss

at editors

and publishers

and so on

I never seem to be ready

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please, please, please by Bogdan Dragos

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she'd never seen a room so barren before Only white walls, a brown door and large windows with white frames Yet someone was living in it Someone who wanted it to be this way Her younger brother sat, as always, in the wheelchair by the window “Uh, forgive me if I'm being a nag,” she said, “but I gotta ask again. Are you absolutely sure you don't want anything in this room? Not even... I don't know, a bed maybe?” He wouldn't face her. Only the large white framed window “I don't sleep in a bed,” he replied. Why do you even ask?” “Ah, s-sorry. I just... I wanted you to feel like home in here, you know?” “Oh, dear sister, but I do feel like home. After all, isn't this what home felt like all along as we grew up?” She lowered her gaze to the gray floor as…

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Wear Gloves if you have to by Bogdan Dragos

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funny thing was that they

were still kids

yet they loved each other much like

grown people did

They ran behind the barn

and behind a haystack and he had his

hands wrapped tightly around her

neck and squeezed hard

and moved like he tried to unscrew

something stuck

It left some nasty

red marks

She had her eyes rolled upwards

to the point where only white

was seen. White as the

froth around her lips

He let go

She blinked a few times

and spat. “No, what are you doing? Why

did you let go like that?

Oh my God, you’re so stupid! Just when

it was getting really good.”

“Sorry,” he said. “I was… M-my hands start

hurting.”

“What? Oh, you’re so lame! That’s

so weak!”

“Sorry,” he said

“Shut up and put your hands back. Get

some gloves if you have to.”

“Aw…

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