Labor

Trying to get this story out of my head, Pulling at the string of letters across the page. Words turn out to be so heavy, digging their heels in. The tail of a "y" slips from between my fingers And I've lost it again, slithering snake of thoughts Hiding in the dark at the back … Continue reading Labor

Good night

His forehead had that coarse frown of concentration. But his eyelids were little birds, fluttering around, as he followed the game on his tablet, all serious and tense. She hadn't seen anything more beautiful. She wanted to say something to him. But he'd hate the word beautiful, not masculine enough. So she flipped from side … Continue reading Good night

One day

The crusty green paint on the bench revealed a delicate web of black cracks. An intricate pattern which resembled the lace of shadowy wrinkles on the old man’s face, as though the both of them had been resting there, in that park, for a little too long. His suit, old-fashioned and a little worn here … Continue reading One day

Me too.

[Scroll down or click here for Romanian.] For a while, as a kid, I used to do quite a lot of sport, taking part in a lot of different sports activities organized by the same instructor. In spring and in summer we played tennis and we swam. When it became too cold and rainy to … Continue reading Me too.

Dream Management

[Scroll down or click here for Romanian.] The first time I heard of Mirela Oprea, I was reading a story in the Romanian independent magazine called DOR. In the article, Mirela had taken on the role of fairy godmother to Mădălina, a 19-year-old mother of two from a poor village in Romania. Mădălina was forced to … Continue reading Dream Management