Prose
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FLASH FICTION “Maysie”
She wore her favourite gown – dressed in her army dress – a murdering machine, they called her… and everyone of the elite adored her”She was just ment for it.” they always said and thought. And so she prepared to haunt and hunt at night once again :”First the trample, then the knife, then the… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “GAJ LUCIĆ”
Where was he from? And was he real enough – did he ever exsist? Why did I know about the name, about him? Where did I found out about the person named Gaj Lucić? A slav. I concluded by the means of my mind, let us allow ourselves to say, power of it – that… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “IT…”
I was, wasn’t I? An it… And this morning I woke up – I, myself, me and went to my, mine standard coffee shop and played a game of hide and seek with myself. “Why did I hide myself from myself, anyway?” I didn’t know… did I care? “Yep, I cared, I bloody knew I… Continue reading
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POEM “Hamlet”
Hamlet, the princeJust didn’t knowHe was mad from the beginning…He didn’t even need to pretend…What strikes us the mostIs Ophelias madnessAnd unfortunate death- Because of him,Because of him. Continue reading
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POEM “Sounds”
When I satAt the barI only heardThe crowdMumblingTalkin’Gossiping…The only thing I concludedIsI’m lostIn and betweenSounds…. Continue reading
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POEM “Virgins”
He, carryingIt, The Eastern sinAnd dying with it -We all know what It is – Virginity.And as he carriedHis VirginityWith himTo his graveHe lost it allAnd himselfHe gave- Simply,He never was there. Continue reading
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ESSAY “Tradition”
I base my own opinion of it on my personal experience of looking at photographies of passed away authors, mostly from the literary era of modernism of the twentieth century. No need even to mention them, we all know who I mean, the artists of the twentienth century, mostly form the first half. Looking at… Continue reading
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ESSAY “Reaching the Self”
Have you encountered that one situation, mostly that happens in childhood or early adolescence, when you succumb to something that crushes you, most probably an authority. Like in psychoanalitic sense you reach something stronger than you that is you come in front of that what we call superego and it strips you naked and apart… Continue reading
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Essay “Literary drugs”
Imagine building a literary character from feet up or heads down, like on your own body fully functioning and structurally formed as we like it, and like a dealer deals drugs passing it on onto other people. How do I mean it? I’ve read in a essay about buddhism that the guru always leaves the… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “Wood”
Something about waking up, makes you think you are in a forrest, with all that wood going around these days. “We mean by it, it is spring, and nature is waking.” So we went out of our bedroom and through the backdoor of our kitchen, and yes – you guessed- to the busse woods.We were… Continue reading
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