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Allowance at Medium

You have allowance
to dissolve me
to crumple my soul
into dark pieces
to break my happiness layer
into two.
One over the rainbow
One washing the new moon
Away…

I put my sweet warm thoughts of you
into a single rose.
I leave my all tears, fears
and tainted dreams
Behind…

© Iulia Halatz

My poem, Allowance, has been published at Blue Insights, one of the Medium publications I write for.

Art – Danny Galieote

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

Blue Insights offers ‘Blog Novels’

We are glad to offer you, yet another opportunity to share your writing. The new section ‘Blog Novels’ are for writers who have published books they want to share on Medium.
https://medium.com/blueinsight/blue-insights-offers-blog-novels-dece5cc36985

I am honored and humbled to share my Iron Tales at ‘Blog Novels‘.


Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash.

“Your word?” at Medium.com

Your word?
written by Iulia Halatz
https://medium.com/resistance-poetry/your-word-9e988f3bcefc

If you were to be enclosed in one word, what would that be?
We are already enclosed in small words, small events, small thoughts making up a bigger picture. But what if you respond to only one word?
My word is freedom. I know of nobody being free, but in our world populated with clouds that sweep away the silence of the sky above blue lilacs of amaranthine Spring, I am free. My freedom is but at the words’ length of a magic rub of the lamp of imagination.

Without freedom we cannot feel the wind’s promiscuous touch as if at ripe flowers and leaves, without freedom we cannot be as young as yesteryear’s roses. We cannot see the Autumn climbing up the vines and the heartbeat of the moon, alive and beckoning.
Only with freedom of vision and thought we can unleash our unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful world inside of us.

“Everybody has a secret world inside of them, I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody — Inside them they’ve got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds….” — Neil Gaiman

You cannot paint in colors and words unless your mind is free to travel to your imaginary legendary lands between the corner of sunset and the verge of dawn. Unless your heart dances at the tune hummed by a water-lily. Unless your mind is raving at the wild immaculate trees. With freedom and broken dreams you can do anything. The shards of olden dreams are lavish land for new unbroken dreams.

A painting is not a noun, it is a verb — to love. To love with fierce freedom and lovely despair of losing one’s self into the loving.
In love we are maneuvering a human mechanism that at times refuses to work…That is clear, but the trying is enchanting. Buckets of enchantment color ethereal worldly beings in agonizing freedom and…love.

May we face this period with the tranquillity of a blooming tree, as we walk through ourselves…

Art – Nathalie Shau

About Iulia Halatz
She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud…As dreams cost nothing… In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, Spillwords.com, Medium.com, My Trending Stories and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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

Who is your white whale?

“Who is your white whale?” I sometimes ask my students.
Who is the person or entity you dream about working with?
Who you are chasing on all social media in order to see if you can sparkle some words in a deft cover letter to make yourself irresistible to them?

My white whale has been Medium.com. I am in and it is tremendously and utterly fascinating. I am still chasing dreams that will be carved in the bark of the Medium scrolls.

You can be our next white whale.
We’d love to hear from you!
Drop us a line and we’ll nail down a solution or two for your SEOwriting strategy that will position your business at the top of your industry.

We write stories to survive and sur-thrive.

Art by Waldemar Kazak.

Pilferer of Thorns at Medium.com

Pilferer of Thorns
written by Iulia Halatz (medium.com/@iuliahalatz)

My story published in Resistance Poetry at Medium.com:

The core of the day
envisions what
lies above
the acme of temerity:
undiscovered
undeciphered
unfathomable
festering
Glee…
I keep it under
layers of boiling
lava
and grope for it
with bare hands.

With burned fingers
and asbestos hearts
We receive response
from the insouciant night:
the indigo skies glimmered
with stars
and the trees and grasses
slaving
for the summer wind.

Read the full poem at Medium.com.

If I Cut A Word In Two at Medium.com

If I Cut A Word In Two at Medium.com
by Iulia Halatz

….
I wouldn’t have lusted
for your shiny dark eyes
like the sea
lit by two moons…

We could wake up
to what we were…

You
breathing the air of
another planet…
basking in an estranged sun…
When winds
herald the evening
the stirs are in the
dunes
and the communal
place of storms.

I
braved a lackless sea
for naught
My kisses tell you
of another small
and drifting planet
where water
falls from the sky
and blows away
the ink of dusky clouds.

The sands tug
at my feet
and quarrel like ghosts
dervishing
blindly in the whirlwinds….

There is a hole
in the world
where you stood
brazenly stealing
the burnishing silver
of two Moons.

Yet you continue
to hurtle constellations at me.
You fumbled for Orion
and you stumbled
as I inhabit
my spell-forged star
to enhance
blandly
the clear lights of greener planets.

Oh, how I miss my autumn roses!
They carry the pungent smell
of sea and decay
to your world of
liquid sands
and honey torpors.

My finitude and fragility
are yours
The heart you melted
drips down with
dews of late
that put the sands
forever in my soul.

I have a sieve
that sifts
grains from dusts.
They heat and burn
my skin
like thousand cerulean touches
that freed me
from the toils
of lingering moons.

I will love you
for a hundred years of Blue
and for the handsomest years
of Grey and sand Yellow
that will follow.

Art — Caroline Trentini by Sofia Sanchez and Mauro Mongiello

Iulia Halatz: “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.