3 poems by Ileana Gherghina

Ileana Gherghina

 

Old but gold

It’s old life on earth
All are bored now
They are making life a hell
To the newborn man.
They promise a ride in the car
A bag full of smiles
A diploma in science
Freedom to think
A punnet of plums at payday
A sandwich to grab at midday
Fortified cereals at breakfast
A flu correction
Competitive salaries
Shoes that can fly
Questions with many answers
Haircuts for boldness
Fun at every corner
You just need to be there in time
To pick gold quietly
With a perfect face
No wrinkles
No big noses
No funny nostrils
Just perfect thinking.
Be complex, be versatile, be simply you!





Pretzel

I’ve seen Bosch paintings going around
They walk, they talk, they think,
They are taking over the world,
They talk to me, they talk to you, 
They even shake hands and talk about money. 
Once I wanted to bite from a pretzel
 When one of Bosch’s humans approached me
And cried that one pretzel won’t make his life full. 
He wanted 2… No, 10… No, 87… No, 200 pretzels
 He’s got all the pretzels!
 I can’t swallow mine… it’s stuck in my throat. 
I put my hand down the throat and take it out
We are saved.





Orgasm

Some people are holding their food as if they had fought like animals for it.
Their prey!!! After so much work, they become the new system.
They hold it with so much tenderness… not to lose any crumbs of it. 
They sniff all the smell from it with greed… to not let any for others. 
They bite and their tampering lips look like a kiss. 
So much love… I witness so much love.
They spin the prey with the tongue over and over… 22 times, by the book. 
After, they swallow the longed for prey with maximum care
To make it touch all the encountered parts of the body. 
They close their eyes to concentrate on the tickle that the prey produces on its way to the stomach. 
Endless…
Orgasm…

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 is now completing her first novel where, for a family with a Seventh-day Adventist father and a Mennonite mother, the End Times are just around the corner. 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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