“He walks away, The sun goes down, He takes the day but I’m grown…” I won’t tell you that you’re handsome like that stripper. Beauty is such a relative term and it’s everywhere. I see it now in the…
Category: Stories & Poetry
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Translated from my original story on Bulgarian, published 3 years ago. To read it click here: …I’ve been down so long, that down don’t worry me… 22:09. Club “Capri.” Another Friday night. The usual tune. Glasses and bottles clacking, voices buzzing, subtle…
My lovers glare & glow As muses in the pantheon of my soul. When they get devoured by its darkness Some leave bruises and others leave Scars. April 23 2012, Metropolitan G train station, Brooklyn
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And who was actually she in this world of zeroes and ones, of illusory truths. Giving and receiving, full and empty, one in the reality, another in this room, a third one sleeping. A killer, a slut, a prisoner and…
MNBA (Monday night Brooklyn adventure)
Day off. On the way to the Knitting Factory. I’ve felt a little jealous to the couples that I see around the streets. They look very good from the outside. They’ve learned the art of love or at least of…
A pathetic story.
One late summer night the party was about to fade, the boys – playing Belote in the kitchen, the girls – hanging out in the living room bored. Just then, may be 5 minutes before the chicks were all…
“The Vestal Virgin and the Senator” tease…
A little tease from my story “The Vestal Virgin and the Senator”, published in my blog www.martkawaii.blogspot.com under the name “Весталката и сенаторът” on Bulgarian. Expect the full version on English soon. ]:). .. Livia Amata also carefully looked around as…
Romantic endings do not exist.
When the game ends will the clock-works continue to turn, will the plastic hearts, wrapped in an imitation of flesh continue to beat, until they run out of battery “Made in China”? Is there anyone left under the latex envelope…
When Halloween and Christmas collide
Any resemblance with real persons and events is coincidental and not exactly coincidental .. The time slice between October 31 and November 1 is well know around the world as Halloween. This is the night, when you can dress-up weird…
My lousy bar poetry #3
We live like rats, Fuck like dogs, Tattoo like tribes. Go back to sleep in the morning, Walking through the ghetto. Wasted. Party like Charley Sheen. Time slips fast. Faster and faster. Stop. For a moment. And look at your…