3 poems by Ileana Gherghina

Ileana Gherghina


I cried reading Artaud
 I cried looking out the window,
The world
Loaded with veils 
Decomposed veils,
I get close to the window to see
The window bites my face
I am terrified
Now everybody can see through my conscience,
Five drops of liquid fall on my face
Where did they come from? 
From the inside space, 
I look out the window again
 I can see babies and they are 9
They are living in a wet house, on the first floor and second floor
With 4 windows and a door,
Hades was in the back of the house,
Their mothers are not home 
Stranger women are looking after them,
Little babies you will grow foreigners to your mothers
I cried reading Antonine today.

The bird

I was sleeping on a branded sofa,
Next to me was an angel
He was breathing
Air from a lemon tree,
While I was wrestling with my dreams
He was lying peacefully with a sugary face
Sucking all the power for the following days.
I was trying to mend the furies within my blood stream
By seizing the flow from brain to below,
When all of a sudden
A bird very strange
With an incredible song
Flew at my window
To make us feel present,
Not miss the world…
I’ve tried to awake the angel
For him to hear the trill
But I didn’t go on
He was sleeping too deeply.

Children know

Children know everything
They have eyes everywhere
On Jupiter,
On Mars,
On the Milky Way,
Back Home,
In the top of the tree,
In the back of my life,
In the hen house,
In the cell,
In my heart,
In my memories,
In the plum stone,
In your flesh,
In my smile,
In my hand,
In your sight.
But the language
We adults teach them
Can’t express
The vastness they know.
And we adults

Ileana Gherghina Bio:

I trained as a theatre actor and director but have drifted towards performance art and live art in the past seven years. I have founded a company that produces theatrical work with a strong performance art, video and visual art influence (Nu Nu Theatre). I also work with poetry, photography,video and dramatic texts. I am part of LAPER (Live Art and Performance Group) Oxford.  

 I have presented my pieces in the UK (where I live and work) and across Europe.

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Published by darcie friesen hossack

Darcie Friesen Hossack is a graduate of the Humber School for Writers. Her short story collection, Mennonites Don’t Dance, was a runner-up for the Danuta Gleed Award, shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Prize and the Ontario Library Association's Forest of Reading Evergreen Award for Adult Fiction. Citing irreverence, the book was banned by the LaCrete Public Library in Northern Alberta. Having mentored with Giller finalists Sandra Birdsell (The Russlander) and Gail Anderson Dargatz (Spawning Grounds, The Cure for Death by Lightening), Darcie's first novel, Stillwater, will be released in the spring of 2023. Darcie is also a four time judge of the Whistler Independent Book Awards, and a career food writer. She lives in Northern Alberta, Canada, with her husband, international award-winning chef, Dean Hossack.

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