Cristina Moldoveanu > Writing | WritersCafe.org

stemming from their roots senses are tangential to reality the surface tension force draws towards the center the Earth like a strange..

they have exiled me in a city with glass pavements from my yesterday remains only expired oxygen I’m breathing rarely fr..

a poem about horses and their suffering

a pacifist poem

a fantasy poem for children

Clear, cherished rain, woven and breathing like old cloths catching new scents outdoors, covering my window when no one could see me, ..

a poem about my childhood

I’m turning in a slow motion a photographic film losing its color. From my house bricks it rains with memories, spread ..

about sensibility and insensibility, about the shift of generations

about love and faith in God, love for humans, illusions and disillusions