And today is a thread I’ve had in my mouth for too long.Its color has dissolved on my tongue. It no longer remembers the fabric it came from,it no longer wants to remember at all. — Alex Dimitrov, closing lines to “Like a Letter, I’m Never Coming Back,” The Paris-American (August 24-30, 2012)
You will ache for slow beauty to save you from your quick, quick life. — Kapka Kassabova, from “The Door,” Clare Morgan’s What Poetry Brings to Business (University of Michigan Press, 2010)
And it’s a relief, or a small death, to be standing, dressed in the simplicity of night, for once not crumpled by ecstasy, anticipation or senseless joy. Silently, you greet the ocean, this pliant metaphor for anything we feel at a given time. As of tonight, you ascribe to it no meaning, no truth, no… Continue reading Kapka Kassabova
Real love is the shared loneliness. — Alexandar Tomov
The Vale of Soul-Making 