My blood moon
he used to call me
because i blushed
every time
his shadow
descended
upon my slopes
He’d point
his face toward me
and howl
Bojana Stojcic is a teacher from Serbia, living in Germany. Her poems and flash pieces have been published in Rust + Moth, Anti-Heroin Chic, Barren Magazine, Spelk, XRAY, The Opiate, and elsewhere. She blogs at Coffee and Confessions to Go and is currently working on a collection of flash fiction/prose poetry.
Thank you, Liz. It’s wonderful to be here again.
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Always lovely to have you!
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awesome! I am always so very impressed with your writing….
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Thanks a million, Wendi. It means a lot.
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you are very welcome, I mean every single word!
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I know. That’s why I appreciate it so much.
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🙂
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Bravo – an economy of words … each one the cure. Love the howl.
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Thank you, J.
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I love this!! Truly terrific, Bo.
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Thanks, Punam.
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You are welcome, dear.
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This has everything, Bojana – for me a perfect read.
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Glad you think so, Eric.
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Loved this one. Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Stellar piece!
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Thanks, Suzanne.
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Beautifully lyrical, Bojana. I love the succinctness of your poem being so perfect to capture a vibrant moment of life. The imagery with the blue and blood moon for blushing is wonderfully crafted. 🤗💕
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