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“The Lucky Cigarette”
The first cigarette of the packI started turning upside downWith the promise of a wishThat by the pack’s endI hoped would come true Wishes burned like cigarettesOne after another hastilyDays passed… weeks, months…Packs replaced one anotherThe ritual lost its meaning Now I no longer turn the cigaretteNeither the first nor the lastYet wishes live on Hope,…
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The burnt keyboard
Tick… tack… tuck… It drips, it gets noisy Echoing louder Than my feelings It stirs up my thoughts, This erratic tick-tack, Arrhythmic clashes Upon my keyboard The frantic fingers Try to unravel The tick-tack’s message That rattles illegibly As the moment freezes And the mind goes blank, I glance down at my hand Resting on…
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As the trees are
Todaylet me be a tree, surrounded by tall green grass. I might be a strong oak, cornering the fieldwhere we used to run toward the tangerine hills. I might be an old pine, crooked above the waist,and firm still below the ground. I might be a patient willow, resting by the lake,listening to the echoes…
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Green Embrace
Was there something more to this afternoonthan to be held by the grass on the riverside? Ask me what I see,and I will answer by making space for you beside meso you can watch the branches reaching for our dreams. Ask me how my chest feels,and I will tell you about the dance of dandelions…
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This body is a spacious house
There is room for joy –sometimes a living room, spiraled and alive with houseplants,sometimes a garden with an empty bench. There is room for grief –sometimes in a basement,sometimes on a chair by the window. There is room for anger –sometimes in a closet under the stairs,sometimes at a kitchen table. There is room for…
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Not too late
The last wavesHave fled the shoreInto a thousand dropletsDissolved, crumbledAgainst neighboring coasts They aren’t goneThey aren’t driedDensed in namelessSaltsBitter or tasteless They existThey gulpThey slitherBeneath newborn raysIn shifting lights They reflectAnother shard of sunScorchinglyThe very same sun…Perhaps it’s not too late Jona Cenameri
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The Human-Faced Desert
It’s been a while since I wrote. Deliberately I have refused Every wave of inspiration. I’ve been silent, hiding From papers, pens, Keyboards and everything, Where one can write on. I never wanted to dive Into feelings I didn’t want to want. I am far too small To withstand this wave, Dressed in beads of…
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Killing Annabel Lee
I’m floating in a seaof sadness and despairremembering my Annabel Leeand the momentshe sunk into this deep, deep sea Salty tears and salty waveschill my boneslike a cold embracebecause here I floatbut there she lieson heavy sandwhile angels cry– they screamed out with meas she forever closed her eyes Now I find myselfleft with an…
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Polar Muse
my museshe’s smiling at mesmiling, but still hidingshe’s fast on her feet sometimes she’s sittingup there in april’s treesplucking lilac blossomsthrowing them at me a rain of sweetnesslike honey on my lipsshe’s painting in the skywith cloudy fingertips and the pictures she’s paintinglook like worlds far from oursshe keeps me dreaming with her whispersbrushes my…
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Message to Her
Makedonijo, vecna Makedonijo Slowly,I must begin to say goodbye to you. Strong winds of your streets,the sun burning high in the sky, they allow me to finda quiet gratitude inside me. Gratitude for your people, whose hospitality is second to none, and which I came to love deeply. Gratitude for Romani songs, and melody from the towers of mosques, that woke…
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reflections
All these mirrors around me reflecting what’s inside. These parts I wish to hide. All these mirrors around me, reflecting. Magnify. All these people around reflecting me. These fears of being left behind. I go. One step at a time. Knowing that the competition is only imaginary, the thoughts are loud. I sit. Observe. Let…
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