Artwork by A.R. Tivadar It was a cloudy, early spring morning. Not even roosters were awake yet. Multiple young ladies, chaperoned by parents, grandparents or aunts made their way to a remote manor in the Carpathian mountains. A terrace was set up outside with umbrellas, benches, and appetisers. Older women with elaborate brooches on their coats and peacock feathers in their hats whispered to one another when Mrs Mihaela Ardeleanu, maiden name Codrean

Main character of my own life, watching the world go by front seat "I" spelled with a capital letter in English, I learned it watching cartoons Why was I given this life? Why was anyone given life? Sometimes I catch myself adding flourish and new details Making it more interesting and magical than it really is I believe in God because I want to I want to think there is more than just this A name in city records that will be damaged by water-leaking ceilings A name written ins

“Church Flowers” It’s called the blue church Because the roof is blue. Inside is dark and sombre, Chandelier light is golden. The Father sang and echoed. I would look at the walls, At paintings of bible scenes, Empty spaces filled by flowers. Five petals, faded blue or red, Yellow middle and curled leaves, Arches, frames and crowns, Second pairs of halos, Perfectly symmetrical, Perfect repetition - maybe stamped on? The saints all look the same too. --------------------------