She Was Cursed by Marta Dimitrov

[tabby title="Poem"] A year ago she had still faith true love would come by A year after she had still no love, but only the every-night cries And she was still drinking that depressive wine Being drunk in solitude, she...

A ghost in her room by Marta Dimitrov

[tabby title="Poem"] Each night when she turns the lights down she puts in her wardrobe her invisible crown half dressed she sits on the left side of her bed a zahir although always present, in an instance spreads. It emerges...