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, arrived. A...

Alone in my office at home, the only one online Tending to my inbox with only it as my company I can not recall when it first joined me But I found myself quite fond of it, strangely Legs like crooked fingers idly tapping underneath my bookshelf Tentatively peeking out, seeing my upside down face I sit at my desk for hours before the sheer white screen, Knowing it’s there, waiting With icky skin sticking to my black plastic chair And growing misanthropy to email correspondents, It would weave...

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 inside books,...