Eyelids heavy with memories
Cover lights and shadows of a hospital in ruins.
A baby with grown-up fingers
Reads the past in Braille
Barely touching the meaning of broken cobblestone streets of her past.
Her fingertips retract like eyes of snails back into the present
Where handsome men - immoral in their animalism -
try to understand LOVE for the very first time.
Great White sharks kill tri-athletes and place them in immortality
as writers reach the end of the journey frustrated by their lack of gills ...
The torrid yellow burden rolls down incinerated crystals between her breasts
She senses people as zigzags with burglarized drawers

rhythmically roaming up and down the Riviera...
The ocean breeze murmurs: “ Michelle, my belle...”, “ I love, I love you, I looove you...”
Invading her nostrils with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee

and the smell of barbeque that, once she could digest.

The sun drops gold coins into the turquoise as they ricochet into her degenerating eyes.

I see myself in her from the above as unscrupulous tides rip open our sandy abdomen

Violently sucking my body's sand sculpture back to the undertow.

It's almost dusk and seagulls fly through me to a secret shelter I wish I had...

I'm scared to fall asleep as I might wake up without wings

while numbness's taking over my bleeding shoulder blades...

"The body of a peddler with broken clocks on sale

was found tonight

on the landing pad of a hospital in ruins"

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Iolanda Scripca, member of US Poets & Writers Organization, lived in Eastern Europe for the first twenty four years of her life, in a loving family. Her mom was a teacher, a high school principal, and a cultural promoter. Her dad was a published novelist, poet and TV producer. An unforgettable moment was her collaboration with her Dad in the translation and adaptation of a children's book by the Bulgarian author Leda Mileva. She is a graduate of Foreign Languages and Literatures from the University of Bucuresti/Romania. Nowadays she enjoys Southern California and possesses a CA Teaching Credential. Ms. Scripca publishes in several Romanian-American Newspapers both in Romanian and English. "Lava Of My Soul" is her recently released collection of poems and essays which is available on her site:,

Last updated June 04, 2011