Cristina Moldoveanu > Writing | WritersCafe.org

sometimes I shiver sometimes I freeze balancing on the spider’s thread between church’s chandelier arms the customs officer fo..

there is no room left between my belly knot and sacrum’s saw thick leafy trees have grown from bone marrow their shadows bl..

brick-colored winds blow stronger a cretaceous era tied my ankles to the ground I’m raising mountains each time my knees tre..

birds of prey gather round my belly knot their sharp beak pushes upwards amongst ribs I’m like a sparrow with torn wings a kite s..

modern haiga

a fantasy poem, a sort of parable

modern haiga

a story poem about my great grandmother and her death (when I was 17)

a simple poem about recovery from despair, about faith and hope

a more abstract vision about being torn between cold and warm, between sky and earth