The Road | Drumul (XIV)

In the morning they went on. Desolate country. A boar-hide nailed to a barndoor. Ratty. Wisp of a tail. Inside the barn three bodies hanging from the rafters, dried and dusty among the wan slats of light. There could be something here, the boy said. There could be some corn or something. Let’s go, the…

The Road | Drumul (XIII)

The road crossed a dried slough where pipes of ice stood out of the frozen mud like formations in a cave. The remains of an old fire by the side of the road. Beyond that a long concrete causeway. A dead swamp. Dead trees standing out of the gray water trailing gray and relic hagmoss.…

Vreau doar un sfat, maestre!

– Vreau doar un sfat, maestre, vreau o cheie, Pentru-a ieşi din trupul meu afară. – Ce-i mai urât în lumea ta ternară? Adu-mi răspunsul, vino c-o idee! M-am îmbrăcat, cu râvna mea sumară, Am colindat – aprinsă odisee – Pământ şi spaime, gânduri de femeie Şi m-am întors, răspuns să-i dau, spre seară. Cel…