Dan Corjescu

Dan Corjescu is a Romanian-Brazilian poet living in Sofia, Bulgaria who writes verse in English as well as in other languages. He teaches Business English and translates when he can. He was published, many years ago, in an anthology entitled Thank You, Gorbachev!

Work by Dan Corjescu

Dan Corjescu

Partial Conversion of Neanderthal Man

No I’m not going to lie to you girl I converted just a while back I’m a hunk of a monster all bothered and black I stink of the past and try to reach for you sister but I’ve been beaten to blue to see the strong shove of your eyes and I kinda like you you’re tough and swift witted Sister Blue I may be a monster but I still kind a like you You’re different and hip in all the new places I carve out your name on the rock of ages I sweep the floor with my grunting look I’m an ape man with design on your web-weaved mind I’m backward and honest when I say “Your lesbian antics turn me on”I’m lost in high-powered ...

Read More

Dan Corjescu

Haitian Night

My eyes are a serviette for millipedes As my breath metronomes the slow sedimentation of leaves I rush to hit a bus with my body and hear the rejoicing of black drivers under the strong heavy quilt of a Haitian night Continue to “Partial Conversion of Neanderthal Man” ...

Read More

Dan Corjescu

Just Trash Talkin’

O! Valzhyna! Stop licking the old hanging balls of New York Like a pickle-fish you roam the sewers of this old whore I know it beats Dostoyevsky’s soup Or brown bagging it at Lenin’s tomb Sure, I know But look the cat walk is filled with cadavers the universities are bung holes and the Empire State Building is now the official pointer to a howling graveyard downtown you were born with one empire in a funnel now you explode like new Tuscan marble through the Holland Tunnel and that’s cool but… …psssst… …the U.S.A is a bad pierce job between two drugged out lovers aching to find their lodestones across badly stretched Californian highways Valzhyna your two labials are stronger than all of this… …and, yeah, I’m ...

Read More

Dan Corjescu

O, the Anglo

O, the Anglo so keen, so sweet So aborigine amidst white wine and nuclear speak I loath the constriction of these, the boa-people Their livid lamenting their abrogation of chewing Their fraudulent doings all covered up in rhyme I hate these Anglos hiding in time Guilty of mind Rich in pocket Marooned on a Mars Rocket No dreams just apologies for intricate vacuity Just close shop unwind the watch and let go Continue: Just Trash Talkin’ ...

Read More

Dan Corjescu

Hunger

When you're hungry/ You'll eat the paper and the pen and anything/ else/ you can write with/ When you're hungry/ poetry looks like so much filth/ Ham and potatoes/ look like glistening Gods

Read More

From the Archives