verse –sediment of nausea I blossomed in the hollow of bitter courage On a feast – with abundance, wisdom, beauty Like a satiated Erot taste me of Plato’s plate Crush me with fingertips of oak And with the milk of mother finish my body.
A THREEPIECE POEM SMALLTOWN CHOIR: 1 A Something was wrong with her. Aha! She thought she was beyond everyone! (a convincing cadence) Sold her house to move to the Big City! (grandioso) B Fine. A We want to go to the Big City too, but no can do. You do not sell the house. NotContinue reading “Birth of the Crabs”
Image: https://lemyreart.wordpress.com/tag/surreal-art/ I, tomorrow will be dying a blink of darkness that enshrouds your eye that offend thee become so thick as well its astrological wells calling upon us, stars The essay of the young, tough artists in a shaky shadiness, Arcadia’s magic is spreading south of my ears, east of my scars I was thereContinue reading “The summoning of a star’s dream”
Ljubodrag Stojanović, author, http://www.alma.rs/autori/lj-stojanovic.html A review of the short story ‘The Bitch’ THE POETRY Leila Samarrai is an exceptional poetess. Hence why the lyricism is so excellent in her works. Consciously or not, whatever the case might be, ultimately it is irrelevant, the verses flow from her sleeves, fingertips, quill, making up a powerful waterfallContinue reading “Ljubodrag Stojanović, author, A review of the short story ‘The Bitch’”
UNTIL THE END Submerged in the depths of my misery I see no light nor exit, but I resist to abandon myself in the Entropy’s welcoming arms as such an easy defeat would seem fair, after having fought against my own personal enemies, I shall not surrender so easily I’ll keep on fighting until theContinue reading “UNTIL THE END”
Dear fellow readers, even though English is not my mother tongue, I’ve written some poems directly in English. As you know, poetry is a very delicate matter. I am well aware that I have taken a certain amount of poetic risk, but I truly hope you will like it. THE LAST MOH’S DAY 1. The Mohawk day: isContinue reading “THE LAST MOH’S DAY, Leila Samarrai”