Category Archives: Medium.com

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.

I am a forest at Medium.com

My latest at Medium.com/Resistance Poetry

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
Friederich Nietzsche

I am a cloud, and a siege of tornadoes: but he who is not afraid of my swirl, will find banks of rainbows beneath my grey.
I am a gale, and the yearn to push boats ahaven: but he who is not afraid of my blow, will fly with the skylarks.
I am a sea, and a green of waves: but he who is not afraid of my abyss, will swim away with the mermaids.
I am the night, and the thrill of dark dreams: but he who is not afraid of my nightmares, will fall sleep with the daffodils.

© Iulia Halatz

https://medium.com/resistance-poetry/i-am-a-forest-c3250bf2991a

Morning Mist at Medium.com

Morning Mist
By Iulia Halatz

The mist that
covers my heart
is thick
numbing mornings
and evenings
with the sagacity
of a cubist artifact.

It comes in layers
clinging with fetid fingers
on to the gargoyles
of the old mansion
our love has become.

No surprise from
any shadow
No brush
with velveteen
vulnerable
acts of tenderness.

Dragons and starlings
seem nearer
in the dancey mists

Love is uncovered
in a smile
at first light…
Is that enough?

© Iulia Halatz

Photography art – Grace M.Ballentine – Morning Mist

https://medium.com/intricate-intimacies/morning-mist-ee6707059258

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.

A List of Wounds at Medium.com

A List of Wounds

by Iulia Halatz (medium.com/@iuliahalatz)

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
https://medium.com/resistance-poetry/a-list-of-wounds-fb6ae48cf094

Art by Vladimir Kush.

New Beyond Media

I am presenting a wonderful website of a colleague from Canada.
New Beyond Media – https://newbeyondmedia.com/

I illustrate with a Kevin Sloan. I have a thing for his works that overcome all borders of down-to-earth imagination.
Future belongs to such visionaries, my friend included.

The Awakening at Medium.com

The Awakening by Iulia Halatz
medium.com/@iuliahalatz

The song dreams along
with the fields
watered by the eyes
of the wettest dawn.

She feels empty
caught
in a web of stars
immenser than any sky
that ever sheltered Europe.

Her story is not written.
She lives in the not-knowing
Her mind crossed Rubicons
Scylla and Charybdis
are petrified
with
lyrics and dance….

She is all the things
She has ever loved:
scented wine,
the white and blue bustle
of spring
the forests dormant
under the scythed moon.
Her green thoughts
bear the celestial heavens
like so many miniature Atlases…

This world is strange
and under attack
of barbarous hearts
that have plundered
and seduced
bedazzled countries
and continents…

She is still not yours,
Still hiding in the
vapors of the tide…

Like any artist without an art form, she became dangerous. — Toni Morrison

Written for August Feminist Book Title Challenge at braveandrecklessblog.com.

https://medium.com/resistance-poetry/the-awakening-43058d4ff40e

Art by Salvador Dali.

“We should take power and strength from our stories.” Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.
She is featured at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, Mytrendingstories.com, Spillwords.com, Medium.com.