The arrow- by Juan M.S.
A clay bow with religious aim darts forth its earthly arrow whose arch chains the stage to its curtains, and a play goes full circle in a pot that machines everything all anew.
Poetry
Poems and free verse
A candle- by Juan M.S
A candle has almost gone off when I find myself dreaming of you with stars dancing on the ceiling. An inkless pen lies lifeless on the desk and images of morning rush to me, the electricity is sleeping, powerless like… Continue Reading
Walk with girl in the city- by Juan M.S.
Urban sights of dazzling shades are depicted on your face, arched by a concrete smile painted in ocher colors. A peanut buttered pigeon attains Nirvana and floats up to the sky before we step on it, while a drunken shadow… Continue Reading
Ballad of the cat and the moon- by Juan M.S.
A cat sits blackly at the stair base, far above the nightly sky, only the roof in between them. Clouds pounce darkly on the moon face, meowing their laments from the depths of the stair base. The purring chorus encompassed… Continue Reading
Ukrainian balloons- by Lina
I was walking around the streets listening to music in my headphones, the songs was very cute, about butteflies. I was wandering, felt so happy, I saw this world like a big pie, but so sweet that you need to… Continue Reading
Ukrainian pie- by Juan M.S
Come and try a piece of this Ukrainian pie, a hell that started from a candle fire, maybe sprinkle some water on it or better poor the whole glass on it, for in a world with flags and headphones, you… Continue Reading
Sweetness- by Juan M.S.
It’s not your height, your shapes, your eye color, nor the texture of your hair but the sweetness of your lips. It’s in your character, your personality, the way you smile at me, but mostly in the taste your kisses… Continue Reading
Tango is- by Juan M.S
Tango is no mambo on two, or frantic frenzy of a salsa night. Tango is no thrill of ecstatic feet, sightly set of figures or deaf show of skills. Tango is the closeness, the embrace, the symphony of two bodies.… Continue Reading
There’s always time for literature- by Juan M.S
There’s always time for literature, let’s go out today, leave that story for later, when you’re home alone. Literature can always wait, there’s an event today, you can gulp that poem tomorrow on your way to work. Literature will always… Continue Reading
The interview- by Juan M.S
For a proper romantic interview there needs to be haggis for dinner, where our urges are like primates that rush to the rhythm of some blues. The sadness of the water will culminate the night, while we walk accross the… Continue Reading