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  • For he has sworn upon a crimson moon
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    For he has sworn upon a crimson moon

      Woken up, through a red veil over the sky, washed away with a swift motion of my hand. A ringing noise disturbed my slumber, and the stars were as close to me, as my breath extended. I got picked up by him, his face all red and white like a moonlight tint. His armor…

  • Poetry Corner
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    Poetry Corner

    [resemantization]     A sound  and its own halo  above me  constructing new horizons  of views unseen  Yet I remain myself  Behind the grazing fields of sound  A new world  of poetics        [poetic license]     Poems like to talk about themselves  And hide behind metaphors  But I am not like that  I recoil when…

  • Linguistica Poetry Night Poems
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    Linguistica Poetry Night Poems

    Ahmed Al Saidy  Rebirth    Forget it all,  Remain reason. Walk with me so, To entertain. You know nothing, You were just born. Therefore question, That which you know. What is this world? What are these walls? What is this floor? But these are wrong. What is this thing, Which we deem “world”? What are…

  • Oak Hill High

    Oak Hill High

    “You’re such a perv!”, says Eric and everyone in the hall turns to him. Sabrina stands next to him, adjusting her crop top.   “Do you often peep on two people having fun in their car?”  “I didn’t, I just … wanted to …,” Knox clutches the strap of his bag, he blushes.   “See how it’s…

  • Girl with Peaches

    Girl with Peaches

    The story might start with me going to the nearest supermarket to buy something or just to clear my mind after a noisy office on a Thursday night. I had been working for several years as a clerk in a bank. The weather was surprisingly warm and pleasant for this time of the day. I…

  • Azalea: Chapter 3

    Azalea: Chapter 3

    Chapter 3 – Drowned in an Ocean of Indolence   She’s floating again, weightless, a cipher, into a sky which she fervently rejects, but in the endless pool of stars does she find comfort from a reality even more deplorable than the false promises of fantasy. The chain which keeps her bound to the anchor of…

  • Poem: [reading / un-reading]

    Poem: [reading / un-reading]

    I read the poems written in the past years  citesc poemele scrise în anii trecuți  I reread them with a distorted attention le recitesc cu o atenție distorsionată  I wish I had other words at hand  aș fi vrut alte cuvinte pe care să le am la îndemână  but, in truth, words are superfluous  dar,…

  • Poem: In the Depths of an Ocean

    Poem: In the Depths of an Ocean

    In the depths of an ocean  time moves in slow motion.  The water gets colder,  but my soul smolders.  While the light becomes blind,  I lose my peace of mind.  I dive to find out the unknown  which illuminates the darkness like a precious stone.  The water trembles with me,  I’m getting closer to another…

  • Short story: Azalea

    Short story: Azalea

    Prologue  “Time may heal all wounds, but the scar remains, festering, threatening to overtake the vessel you once believed you controlled. And once that command is lost, we must relinquish it back to the dust from whence it came.”  “I remember everything. I remember my very first steps, how I stumbled to conquer the act…

  • Short story: How to Save a Life

    Short story: How to Save a Life

    …a somber quietness befell the ward, as if it had been a radio blasting tragedies, and now it was dialed back to blissful tranquility. The echoes of screeches from wheels faded, the agonized cries of pain and torment having died out, the monotonic sound of heavy equipment buzzed down.   It was simply…peaceful.   Emma strolled down the corridors,…