In the week following Christmases ago, an old timey preacher listened gravely, though not condemningly, to a young man as he confessed his love and determination to run off with a married woman in the congregation–after which–the tall grandfather clock in the far corner of the study seemed indignant and extra loud, as if it were counting down to the Day of Judgement instead of the new year.
In the thoughtful silence which ensued, the preacher removed his thick glasses, fogged the lenses with his breath, and wiped each slowly with a handkerchief–the one he always used to blot holy sermon sweat from his brow. Swiveling around in a squeaky chair, he reached for the paper tray situated beneath the HP printer he barely knew how to use and retrieved a clean sheet.
“Son, if you came here for my blessing, you certainly don’t have it. But…
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.
what would be the reason to have an open casket funeral? Why should the living see the dead? He addressed the questions to no one in particular but his dead wife answered from the picture on the wall "Don't you wanna see me, darling?" "Not like that, I don't," he said. "That's why I have your portrait. So I don't have to look at your dead body in the casket. But your mom wouldn't understand..." "Darling, I think you're the one who doesn't understand. And I think it's time we talk about your therapist." "What about my therapist?" "You tell me. You tell me why did she have to tell you that she's single now and looking to settle. I thought she was supposed to help you cope with the premature death of your wife, not tell you her problems." "Dear, please..." "And one more thing. I don't like the…
he spent four weeks
away from his family
in a rented apartment
somewhere on
the outskirts
of town
he told them that
he needed this
he was a writer
needed to focus on his work
conducting his research
undistracted
his little girl would call
from time to time
asking daddy to hold his
phone against his forehead
while she made a kissing sound
on the other line
very wholesome
except he lied about
holding the phone
against his forehead
“How can you be
such a monster?”
asked the naked prostitute
sitting on the edge of his bed
“Shut up,” he said
tossed his phone on the desk
and unbuckled
there was nothing
to explain here
the man’s wife told them
everything they
needed to know
Her husband wrote poetry
Yes, that would be enough
to explain why
he cut off his penis
and tried to use it
as a pen
before collapsing
on the desk,
blood pooling
at his feet below
Being a poet was
more than enough
explanation for
what he did
She didn’t need
to tell the paramedics
that her husband
had been looking
for inspiration
“He’s a poet,”
was more than
enough
They understood
Daydreaming as a profession 