Category Archives: Invisible stories

Self Addressed Stamp Envelope – Erich Michaels

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Lettered feelings to the artist as a young man by the amazing Erich Michaels

…”I wrote a letter to that young wanderer
Using my address from that time
Across the top: Erich Michaels (adolescent)

In it I said:
Yes…she will break your heart, but…
Enjoy the ride
Also, don’t block out her name
She deserves better than that
That tattoo will be a regret
Not just because it’s needle and thread
Bottle of India ink, prison-chic
But because it doesn’t represent you…”

Read all imperfect feelings written in perfect words on A Global Divergent Literary Collective: suddendenouement.com/2018/08/03/self-addressed-stamp-envelope-erich-michaels

Freedom

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“Everything can be taken from a man, but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”
– Viktor Frankl

I choose to take in the wild sweet smell of the cherry flowers and forget about the sorrows and despairs pressed in my herbarium.

Art by Ohara Koson.

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Montresor/Down Vaults – Basilike Pappa

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The trembling of a rose by the audacious and talented Basilike Pappa

“Since I was born

I’ve been a point definitely settled

(Roses are eaten fragrant)”…

Read more of her beyond-amazing words: suddendenouement.com/2018/09/10/montresor-down-vaults.

The Loss in Us – Oldepunk and Lois E. Linkens

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The Loss in Us by Oldepunk and Lois E. Linkens

“Life passes, unfettered by the loss in us
I want to touch the echo of you with hands
time has counted twice
Morning’s claw does rive mine empty mind
From dreams more full
And coloured than time aware.
arid fantasy does drift away
to morning dew upon lip of leaf,
to glisten in rays of layered gold
We are creatures on a strange ship
In a curious place. See – the island lies,
All life and shade, its green banks
Like shiny apples on a ghostly tree.”

Read more of these whispering word-crafted images on The Global Divergent Literary Collective: suddendenouement.com/2018/09/06/the-loss-in-us-oldepunk-and-lois-e-linkens/

Venusberg

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Venusberg – Written for the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

She walks slowly
like music

She feels gently
like water caressing
the stone it pierces
in the long haul of time…

The cleavage of a rose
tells all about her beauty.

Fine alabaster lies
In the heart of her skin.
Sweet fruits alive
in the deep velvet
of a green swirl
are dappled with her insurmountable scent.

She catches the tendrils of care
sent by your star
She buries them
in trenches
in her armature of love.
Your breath is
mortgaged to her smile…

Burnished sunsets
chant
the moment
She steps
in the shade of the evening:
“Can you dance on water with I?”

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Melt

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Melt – Written for the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

I have shared
land and sky
with you.
I have tasted
blood and honey.
My witch-oil turned
to dragon-fire
at your touch…

Soft fingers laid asleep
until your turmoil
woke them
for so long….

It feels like getting drunk
on old reddish wine
long softened
during times of
War
Equanimity
and
Comets.

What shall I pour in your glass?
Molten flowers
Golden ink
Lucid light
Unicorn mirth…

I dig your veins
for gold.
I find pure
bitter-sweet
amber nuggets.

I fear any story
whose ink
my words
can’t drink…
Yet I drip in yours
ever since.

When your arms call
and your lips
read all my feral kisses
How can there be no heaven?

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

A list of wounds

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We are all broken flowers
We have seen the moon smiling
The waves crashing
The shimmer and thunder of springs
The blazing lightning of pain
When regluing the chinks in our hearts
a hundredfold again…

We have seen the tremble of a leaf
in mid-November
When it falls
and lies defeated
like giant spiky stones
we shuffle our feet on
and bleed…

How do you heal a wound?
First you burn it
in agonizing awe
Then you stitch it
with words in threads
that last
more than the last
Spring…

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Vladimir Kush.

I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Song of Spring

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Written for the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

Spring is a princess
without voice
only fingers
to mix colors
in the rainbows.

She’s got a vessel
for the softest fragrance
pressed in archives
in the Library of Scent…
There are plums
the cherries
and the blooms of vines
escalating
on the earth’s shelves…

Anyone who writes down
to Spring
is simply wasting
a leaf of scent.

No one is ever so poor
as not to write up
music
to all the shades of Spring
and to the dancing stars
to give a gift
of chaos…

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.