A deep voice radiating strength and confidence broke the silence: “Perhaps you should let me handle the situation?” The moment the man spoke, the paralysis went away. Kolin finally could turn around. He found himself facing a tall, muscular fellow, wearing a light-blue shirt […]
Buried in shadows,my griefis spreading outacross the darkness. I will follow you someday,but for the time beingI have to keep goingso your memorystays alivewithin me.
Wisdom Wisdom is an ethereal treasurenever confined,always lingeringbehind leaves and sunsets,an iron infant guarded by starsduring cold nights. In its depth hides a studentwho has experienced the dawn of the worldand reads all the songs,and sings all the books,and prays to the grass and […]
“Un’, du, tri, ek!”The soft female voice counting in the local language stopped abruptly as a wave crashed into the shore with thundering noise. In a flash, three pairs of bare feet started running through the deserted park. They rushed with all their might […]
The first drops fall one hour before sunset. In the beginning, just a few. Then a hard downpour floods the deck. Every few seconds, electrical discharges cut deep irregular lines across the dark-crimson sky. Thunders follow immediately after the flashes, loud like cannon shots. […]
It risesin spirals of grasstwice a day,usuallyat the same hours. The hoofed bellsfrom the mountainsshatter the night’s edge,sending the milk flowinto circular songs. When you look atthe rows of labeled boxes,remember the starswrapped in prayers,the dreamswrapped in moonlight,the cows,and the tide.
Autumn is drippingfrom the old treewhile I shakethe thick branches. Every dayI slidealong the trunkuntil my backpackis heavy with apples. When I eat them,the ape inside mesmilessatisfied. Somedaywe’re going to touchthe stars. Its sparkling eyespierce the future,planning new tripson paths of bark,higher and higher.
The sky is paleat sunset.The stone moonhaunts, mute,above the hills. I’m seeking,without hesitation,among white sands and shells,cold tracks,old tracks of cyclopes. Silent thoughtsbury themselvesin my hair,bare,strippedof dreams.
PerhapsI’m leaning too much into the wind,as if it were a carpetmeant to carry me over meadows. Perhaps you’re right,and it’s only my imaginationthat flickered that day at Ryōan-ji**,so long ago,when I thought a spirit from the gardenjoined me on the journeyto the other […]
A path is made by those walking on it. Chuang Tzu (c. 369 — c. 286 BC) Part 1:Triangulum with Three Flashes of Lightning The thoughts of Alberto Shimada, the second lieutenant of Excelsior “If you could be someone else, who would you like […]
Words –printed,or filling a screen. Theyare onlybellsswayinghesitantlyin long callsthat shakethe clouds. Betterlift your gazeaway from this textand let your wingsspread highuntil they touch the sky. (c) Marian C. Ghilea, 2021-2022artwork by Marian C. Ghilea
first rain of autumn –I feel like a butterfly,lost inside my dreams (from the book “Tides of Amber“, 2019) © Marian C. Ghilea, 2019artwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2022
Dear citizen,we dwellon opposite shoreswashed bymismatched horizons. What you wantfrom the futureis going to burn downmy world. Yet,I’m a citizen,like you.I dream of lionsand sometimesspend long hourscounting stars. Maybeyou could comebefore nightfall.You can stand by meon this neutral ground. We shall waittogetherfor the starswhile […]
Footsteps echoing,turning around,meltingunder stars. History,memories,heartbeats marking the secondsflowing into the night. Above, the same skyhidden by street lights,is guarding, unperturbed,the city washed bythe deep, invisibleriver of time. poem & photo: Marian C. Ghilea