Cristina Moldoveanu : Writing

House Painter for a White Heart

House Painter for a White Heart

A Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu


I had known a man for whom women were like strings a knot instead of head a knot instead of belly sometimes confused between one and t..
Slaked Lime

Slaked Lime

A Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu


I powder myself in the mirror dressed in Pierrot clothes my skullcap over ears and eyes it has been snowing so much that I can&r..
The Last Olive Tree

The Last Olive Tree

A Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu


- grabby man, why do you have such empty eyes? - it is not true child look deep and you will see crystal fish beneath the w..
Intimate Circle

Intimate Circle

A Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu


I forgot where I hid the peach color morning gown moth-eaten in its pockets only a child I didn’t know that clothes are stil..
Forget-me-nots

Forget-me-nots

A Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu


free form haiga (haiku plus image)
Crying

Crying

A Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu


senryu
Another Boundary

Another Boundary

A Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu


the old men left the young hearts boundaries stones broke out from their roots like a dry bread split on the knees ..
Poetry Doesn't Look Back

Poetry Doesn't Look Back

A Story by Cristina Moldoveanu


my opinion about the act of writing or reading poetry
Shepherd's Purse

Shepherd's Purse

A Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu


One sentence poem.
Pink Cameo

Pink Cameo

A Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu


a bird is resting beyond the road it’s snowing for centuries over her wings bird’s claws are piercing the ground new scale..