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Vestiges and Claws

My poem Vestiges and Claws has been featured at Medium.com.

We are the only people
in the world
and we hold
the keys to all
gardens and dungeons
beneath a wall…
We live on
Moon’s compassionate light
and greenish profoundness
of Spring.

We may not die
but if we do
your smile will freeze
the light blue
in my eye
and shovel back the trench
to where I quench
my thirst for throbbing hearts
and burning dreams
deposited in chests
that heave entwined.

© Iulia Halatz

Art – Ivan Avgustovich Veltz

Which poem reminds you of your childhood?

Which poem reminds you of your childhood? Either because you read it as a child or because when you read it, it resonates with your inner child.

A Bird, came down the Walk
by EMILY DICKINSON

A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass –
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass –

He glanced with rapid eyes,
That hurried all abroad –
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,
He stirred his Velvet Head. –

Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers,
And rowed him softer Home –

Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.

Answer featured at Quora.com.

Art – Charles van Sandwyk.

Sun Chokes the Atmosphere

My poem Sun Chokes the Atmosphere featured on my blog at Medium.com/Blue Insights

Sun Chokes the Atmosphere
Moon dies and takes
the truth and breath of you
Stars inscribe the sky
and determine
who’s alive…
What are your dreams?
Ask your heart
and put an old wish
to the slaughter.

Wild is the conspicuous green grass
that tells itself
to reach the stardust smell of spring.
Old is the key
that keeps away the chains
and charms unfathomed
to open a new gate
As you wear another’s
beating heart
melting in
and dripping of blue lust
Not knowing when
to destroy the dark
and say:
I am saving the meat
of my dreams for you!

© Iulia Halatz

https://medium.com/blueinsight/sun-chokes-the-atmosphere-27342f1609c7

My interview for Sudden Denouement Publishing

Interview Questions for Sudden Denouement

1. What name do you write under?
Iulia Halatz

2. In what part of the world do you live? Tell us about it.
I live in Bucharest, Romania, a small beautiful country in South-East Europe, washed by the Black Sea, watered by the Danube river, cleansed by the Danube Delta, guarded by the Carpathian Mountains, envisaged in many stories and legends. I have written more about the magic of my country here: https://mohamadkarbi.com/2017/04/15/romania/.

I am Romanian
I tremble with the moon
Building shapes of light
Into rippling pools
After the rain of summer…

3. Please tell us about yourself.
I am a teacher with 25 years’ experience and I manage my own school of languages.
I am a passionate cyclist. I never say: “I am happy”, but I say: “I am cycley.” (Of course, inspired by J M. Barrie.)

My power sentence (one of them) is: “Stories are our meat and our magic.” Nevertheless, because our culture doesn’t think storytelling is (still) sacred, I have to keep it rolling, keep writing and telling until I’ve got it half licked.
I picture myself as a storyteller and I inhabit the stories I write.
Whenever people do not “speak” to me, I resort to the powerful communicative skills of the world, I visit a tree and the lake and I start writing a story to have new armour and new citadel … I’ve got it twofold licked.

4. If you have a blog or website, please provide the name and the link.
http://www.seocopywriting.ro/

5. When did you begin your blog/website, and what motivated you start it?

Some time ago (2012) I was put in a prison. The bars and locks were invisible to the eye, but essential. Then I started forging a way to freedom, a secret underground passage. Paved with words painted in blood. The bars and locks flung open.

6. What inspires/motivates you to keep blogging on your site?
For me writing is a form of freedom…
It is like digging for gold. I keep on digging and excavating until the steel of words transmutes into gold of wonder….
I keep on writing but not publishing on my blog (for a while). I was sort of harassed through my blog so I decided to keep silent for a while. But I write new pieces for SD and new bricks for finishing building my imago mundi.

7. What does “Divergent Literature” mean to you?
Divergently FreeWriters.
Divergent literature is for me a brush of green-warm air above the sea, aliver than life itself. Is represents a hubristic place of wonder.
I have written more here: http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2017/12/12/divergent/.

8. SD Founder Jasper Kerkau frequently talks about Sudden Denouement writers using the ‘secret language’. What is it?
It is (for me) speaking and writing in many alphabets, there is an alphabet for Love, an alphabet for Freedom, one for the lust for Life…

9. What are your literary influences?
My ordinary order in any given pub is: “Coffee and Somerset for me.” As in Somerset Maugham.
Magnificent and humble storyteller: “Will, love, and imagination are magic powers that everyone possesses; and whoever knows how to develop them to their fullest extent is a magician. Magic has but one dogma, namely, that the seen is the measure of the unseen.”
He could peer in the depth of the human soul. He measured it in tales not fathoms.

Mr. Michael Ondaatje has no longer divided time in Minutes, but in Loves. “The heart is an organ of fire.” Our minds, body, limbs, souls are organs of fire.

Jack London: “Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking-glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong?”
I would name his “mythology”, The Moon and the Sixpence, as he trudged for the both.

10. Has any of your work been published in print? (books, literary magazines, etc.) How did that happen?
Yes, some of my pieces have been published in Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

11. Do you have writing goals? What are they?
– To have the clarity of a poem by Michael Ondaatje.
– To write the truest sentences/stanzas that I know.
– To develop my blue alphabet of the Silent Spring, as “language is lackless and limitless”.
– I am of the opinion that the good people have created mythologies. I would like to create one of my own.

12. Which pieces of your own writing are your favorites? Please share a few links.

http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2020/06/16/writers-of-the-imperfect-maps-2/
http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2019/08/07/iulia-halatz-trapeze-artist-of-the-moon/
http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2019/12/20/morning-mist-at-medium-com/
http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2020/07/03/allowance-at-medium/
http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2020/03/20/early-liliac-spring-at-spillwords/

13. What else would like to share about your writing, or yourself?
As my word is freedom, for me Sudden Denouement is the purest form of freedom on the rarest of quests. I feel my imagination roaming the fields and painting walls in search of wild horses. The words I have found on SD open for me more and more eyes every day.
I am a newborn Argus.

Lettered Jailer featured at Medium.com

Lettered Jailer

You look so sane
potentially careful and serene
Smirk-at-arms
atoning for
the perfumed gaiety
and colorless skies.

The fire in the autumn
dictates the ice in the new moon.

My love,
When are you going to make up your mind?
Set me free
word upon word
I throw in your face
unsubmissive of your bars…
When are you going to break the gloom?
Sorrowless
is your world
You grow your stamina
from my pain…

Minstrels sing of legendary lands
You sing of the legendary cavern
lettered for me.

Some words are
like the spring wind
building with
cherry blossoms
the library
of scent…

Some words
tell
the snows of June
makeshift
a gilded cage
Lit only by a shadow…

Your words are the haze
that glimmers in the distance
Dystopian love
ruling
over eight kingdoms.

One day
I am walking
in a field of poppies
with a sun
that clears
a golden path for me.

The next day
I am bleeding
on thistles and thorns.

You are betrayer
of words
and pilferer of dreams…

Your love expires
every time we drink
the shade of the evening
and the rumours in the stars.

https://medium.com/blueinsight/lettered-jailer-e6a47d9b9dd3
© Iulia Halatz

Art – Helmut Newton

Blue Insights Newsletter — 2020–08–05

As always, I am honored and humbled to be a writer for Blue Insights at Medium.com.

“August has started and I hope you are having the best summer you can hope for despite all the harsh blows we all have been living in 2020.
Please, take the time, where ever you may be on the planet, to enjoy reading the latest Blue Insights Newsletter.”

Read the full article at Medium.com.

Photo by Luis Vidal on Unsplash.

Love is The Fifth Season

Love is the fifth season
It starts in March
With shines of longer days,
guarding the waters more.

It moves along with
greens and joys of May.
It flourishes above the lilacs
And with you I sleep
Amidst lilies-of-the-valley…

It drifts down July dusks
Colored in bluish touches.
……………………………………………
October is the beginning of times
Cutting edges and bringing back
Memories of youth.
Now it is the season to embrace
The truth…

This is an old poem from year 2015.

Also published at Medium.com.

© Iulia Halatz

Art – Viktor Vasnetsov

The Wild Swans

” ‘Do you see this stinging nettle in my hand? Those you must gather, although they will burn your hands to blisters. Crush the nettles with your feet and you will have flax, which you must spin and weave into eleven shirts of mail with long sleeves. Once you throw these over your swan brothers, the spell over them is broken…’ ”

From The Wild Swans by HC Andersen.

Illustration – Florence Harrison

Buried moon at Medium.com

Buried moon, buried moon
Who to talk about at noon
When dreams are plundered by light
And powdered in gold and charcoal dust.

Crescent fairies are sad in the rouse
and at falter to surmise
the scanty slumbering traces
that led stupors into trenches.

The owners of the light
Do not know its might
and the pleasure of the sun
to astound and burn above…

Buried moon, buried moon
I want you soon…

As to play my feral dreams
around the all surviving tunes!

© Iulia Halatz

Published at Medium.com.

Art – Buried moon by Edmund Dulac.

The Moon

I wrote this in 2017.

The Moon

In the evening
with my eyelashes
I kill all the events of the day
I choke perceptions and
reveries green
That could be real
Pending dream.

In the evening
with my fingers

I spin yarns
For your sweet bedlams…

Also published at Spillwords.com.
Also featured in Quora Digest.

Art by Yajuro Takashima.