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Writers of the Imperfect Maps

Medium.com has published my “Writers of the Imperfect Maps” in the Blue Insights publication.
https://medium.com/blueinsight/writers-of-the-imperfect-maps-276a2ce16869

The naiads have splurged with roses.
Swirls of scented air hover above their clearings.
Without petals and stars they cannot dwell
beneath the glass shine…
Day dreamers see their unfading beauty
in the sands of the fountains.

Their love is
imprecise
built on a foundation
of unicorn-green grass…

Their skeleton
is composed of myrtle and oleander
and moss-covered lungs
heave along with waters driven
by tide…

Their flesh is irrational atoms
that laugh the blood
and rhythm of life
in the veins
that sing the helplessness blues.
White hymnal doors
flung open
on Midsummer’s Eve
at the harvest of ripe and lofty words
and lady’s bedstraw
they found
in the flicker of buried treasures.

Their words shield
the scent of a tuberose
and shelter
the spoils of the evening.

They sing in the wind
“Leave this war with me!”
It is never too late
nor too soon
to wager
on a tear.

These are no Great Songs of indifference
They are the Great Songs of out-of-time
and out-of-life
that light
this new dominion
which is the old…

29 petals of all the flowers
in the world
line up to write a map
draw sounds and borders
in as many secret alphabets
as breathing proof that

Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.

Words are lamps
they shimmer in the vilest of places.
They make dreams
out of particles and matter.
The words in the
29 secret alphabets
burn for all.

© Iulia Halatz

Lilian Gish, 1929 — photo by Cecil Beaton

Vanlifer of the Heart

Vanlifer of the Heart at Medium.com

WRITTEN BY
Iulia Halatz

The heart has a puzzling shape
the moment you thought it broke
becomes twofold.

The moment in a relinquishing evening
you thought it whole.
It breaks
until the morning
when the shape is restored
and your feelings pour like early April rain
over thirsty lilacs…

“The heart is an organ of fire” –Michael Ondaatje

It flickers and lights the embers of any glib desire.

https://medium.com/intricate-intimacies/vanlifer-of-the-heart-80daab4d2d08

Edvard Munch – Love and Pain, 1895

Happiness at Medium.com

I am dreaming about a new book…
Writing for the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective transported me to another realm, where the moon lights the day, and the sun is always beyond the horizon.

“Happiness is immaculate
and wordless
Happiness is the fire person
Burning for your path
Lighting like the moon
dense and bright and alive
Hoovering on the alphabet blue
of the world
Uncovering a soul into desire
Pulling out a Love
that dissolves and finishes…

Happiness is the love
carved into the bark
that kills pitfalls and
feeds the unicorn-green grass.

Happiness is a father
that lived oceanless
for a daughter to grow
tied to the oceanside.”
– From my latest poem at medium.com/resistance poetry:
https://medium.com/resistance-poetry/happiness-481754d191e7

Iulia Halatz
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.

Fold your life in two

Fold your life in two. Where are you? What are you doing?

I am a struggling starving student, in between graduation and my postgraduate exams (I followed the postgraduate courses of English Methodology and language teaching).
I am all alone in the big city trying to make ends meet. I am studying for my finals (3 tough exams) and gathering information for completing my degree. I spend my days torn between work and libraries (for the past month I have been “dwelling” in the impressive Library of the Romanian Academy).

Between the covers of my thesis I have put two most loved topics, Greek Mythology and the Victorian writers and molded them into “Gods in Exile”. The banishment of the Greek gods from the dreamy and adorned Victorian poems by Alfred Lord Tennyson, Robert Browning, Elisabeth Barret Browning, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, was an exciting and extremely exotic journey:
“I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.” – Dante Gabriel Rossetti
during which I heard the zephyr stirring, magic windows appeared into unbreakable walls, bluer seas sang in my sleep, foamy rivers condemned me to contemplation.
But life is difficult, I am consumed with the lack of time for my studies and fatigue and of course, money is scarce. It was one of the most difficult year ever.

“Pain doesn’t destroy language: it changes it. What is difficult is not impossible. ” Anne Boyer on the articulation of pain.

“To write with the truth of pain in your mouth is gruesome poetry … You’ll have to cut out your heart with every word and show it to the world, then hope it will heal. This is how the light gets in, also the dark. To acknowledge fear, defeat, despair and pretend serenity of a lesson learned while patching up the wounds is … Life.” – From my Tyranosaurus Writing

I have always been fascinated with Dante Gabriel Rossetti, poet of words and colours.

Early Lilac Spring

My secret castle
lies in Spring
at the corner
of vernal vicious winds…
Surrounded by lilacs
and violets blue
Prolonged in the hue
of abstaining pink…

Faces and rivers
smile in the sun
Patience is nowhere to be found
as ethereal blooms
Expect the moons
to ignite from early
copper twilights…

Lilacs are the surreal kisses
of Spring
Clinging like stardust
to butterflies’ wings.
They color the dark
wink to the larks
And wait for the bees
to appease…

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Sergey Tutunov.

Iulia Halatz
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.