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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.

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.

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.