Where, Why, and, How are You?

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Photo of me by NataLi. Oh, it rhymes!


Hi Every-one-who-reads-this,

I’m back from what may seem to you as a holiday but in reality was a hardworking period for me. I tried to stay at least somewhat active on this amazing platform, but, as you’ve noticed it wasn’t nearly close to what you may be used to.

I passed a part of a huge exam, there is still more left to learn, so I will be absent more often, but, I will also try and post here my newest works, and, projects I’ve been lucky to be a part of, along with some amazing people.

Soon, I’ll translate (lol) a story about my experience from that exam I’ve passed.

Some of you may be wondering “But, where is Lightlined?” Don’t worry, I am working on writing it. There are some great ideas I scribbled down, inspired by the works I’ve been reading in order to pass said exam. So, Lightlined is becoming better and better, I am finally realising what the Novel is going to be, and what are my intentions.

You also may be asking (probably not, but, oh well) where is that FREE PDF of my Wings Corpus. Well, it’s ready. And I will be posting it soon. So, stay tuned.

How are You doing?

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading.

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


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SEVEN

Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

The end of Oblivion Corpus is nearing it’s final two poems.
This is next to not-really-last-but-kind-of-is poem. So, if you like this, be sure to follow the blog and not miss the next two parts.
If you are already a follower, thank you! and enjoy the rest of this Corpus.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share.

And, as always, happy reading.

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine



 

Silent and filled with thoughts
Not sharing your hidden words
I wonder what will you devise
Would you even share a single line?

And yet you speak here and there
I know that is not all and so I wait
The quietude tearing the room apart
As if the sand is being thrown about.

It’s over now so don’t hold back
I wish to hear your voice attack
But you’re just nodding your head
To my criticism and words I bled.

Silence is what you’ve fed.

Operational Absence

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Designed by Mary Matshine aka Marija Mrvošević.


Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

I am back… It’s not like I went far, just to the hospital. But, more on that later.

Here’s a poem as a little tease for what is to come. That being an entire NEW Corpus titled (probably) The Peninsula of Healers. The poems are awaiting translation. By moi. So… it will take a while. 😅

Also, you guys are the first ones ever (well, except my mother) to see a part of the cover page for that new corpus I’ve mentioned.
If you like Groups of Poems in general, here are some other options: Wings, Oblivion.


Had a pokey day.
They stabbed my gut,
Released the pain,
No vein left untouched.
All is well now,
Without the blind part.
This ─ a matted spark,
A stingy start.


Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading.

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

My Other Blog

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Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

This here, Right Here (do I need to put an arrow? no? you are fine? yes. good) is my Other Blog. In Serbian. Because, as Mr Grozdich always says, you should speak a language other than *insert a language here that is not the one mentioned previously*.

If you enjoyed my works here you will have a blast with the ones featured there. It is basically the same, just in Serbian. So, if you can’t read the awesome letters presented there, just pretend. In time, you will be able to. It is not so hard. 😊

Don’t forget to like, comment and share! (if you do you shall receive an Awww, or in Serbian an Ањњњ, from me; it will come silently, carried through the wind of awesomeness and thankfulness) :Џ :П

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine / Марија Мрвошевић

Photo OBsession…s

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Hi Every-one-who-looks-at-these,

A sneak peek at some photos a Friend and colleague took of me. Such art, much professional!

I felt like I would need them for this blog; my Portfolio (these are links; just an FYI) as well, and other business stuff I don’t know about. 😅

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading/watching/painting/general-art stuff 👮📚🌭‍!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


 

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Thank you, Nata Li!

 

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Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

The fifth poem is already here. Yay… or Nay? 😉

Read, enjoy it if you will. I’m off to sleep (it’s kind of late here).

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


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Cloudy Sunrise. Oil on paper by Mary Matshine.

 

Fragrance of garden at dawn
And water, turbid but pure
Aroma of coffee and milk
And breakfast in our bed.

Night hues are our salvation
Black and blue and silver
Morning colours which divide
Green and red and golden.

All of that we gladly shared
The sounds around our shed
Birds in flight and crickets loud
But none of that exists anymore

Neither does our scent and core.

Lightlined — Part 3

Hi, Everyone-who-reads-this,

Finally, the THIRD PART is here! I am tardy, a lot, I know, but I hope it would be worth it. I’ve translated a piece of what I planned and realized it works on its own. Also, you get the read sooner this way. I hope you enjoy it.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

P.S. Make sure to read first two parts before this one. 😉


 

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By Bill Williams on Unsplash.

 

3.

The morning was brighter than previous ones. Dante was sure he could see more nooks and crannies of his cell.
He heard Gargon’s swift steps in front of the thick door, then, the locks rattled, as always. Dante was patiently waiting to hear that last screech of a metal hinge leaving its groove for another higher and probably cleaner one. Soon, Gargon came in.

„It’s been two days.“

„You must be hungry,“ said Gargon and handed him a plate full of monochromatic food.

Dante ate it in a few moist breaths.

Gargon sat by his side the entire time. Watching.

„How do I become like you?“ Dante said after putting the plate on the rough stone floor. He was careful not to make that awful sound of metal hitting masonry. It bothered him even more than the shriek the wood gave away while trying to keep its metal lover close.

„A zverhano? Interesting. Are you sure?“

„It gives me the best chance to escape. Right?“

„Sure. Although, it does have the worst consequences…“

„Consequences? Like when Raksas attacked the Eastern Lands, lost, and now he can’t maintain proper allegiance amongst his men and the people?“

„I like how you summed that up. You could make a good teacher one day, or, a writer even!“ Gargon smiled. A sound came out. It was a half-laugh half a sound of a turtle mating. High-pitched and short.

„What you’ve described, however true — those are indeed consequences for Raksas’s actions — it doesn’t fit into this particular context. Remember, now, consequences are different for every single person, and, they also depend on the situation. But, when it comes to Magika, this differs in a sense that the consequences themselves are the same, but how a person reacts to them is not. You may enjoy being hungry all the time, or, snapping bones may be a sound that comforts you; I know demons who like that…“

Gargon looked at his friend carefully, coldly, as if trying to discern how impactful his little speech was.

Dante’s eyebrows raised. His lips pursed a bit which caused his jaw to clench. But what Gargon couldn’t see, and what Dante was certain his friend could clearly hear, was his quick, uncertain heartbeat.

„That sounds scary.“

„Well, the books don’t mention that, now, do they? Each creation has a consequence. For example, if you are an earth one you tend to be hungry quite often. Food can satisfy you to a certain degree, but, to you, nothing can do it like faeces.“

Dante frowned, his nose pulling back.

„Sounds awful. But, I don’t think it tastes much worse than what I eat every day… Go on. What else?“

„It’s stinky being an earth one. And when you are a water one, you are often thirsty, and thirst is best quenched by…“

„Pee?“ said Dante.

„Actually, no. Only fresh spring water, not the one they themselves purify for townsfolk.“

„What about fire ones?“

„Well, the good thing is, fire can’t harm you, but, you are unbearably hot most of the time. Fire ones, hence, tend to be exhibitionists.“

Dante grinned. Imagining naked bodies always made him feel like grinning, it was weird, but he liked it.

„But,“ Gargon continued unaware of his friend’s quirky state. „No one suffers like a zverhano. The consequence is double fold. Primarily, you are completely aware that your body is changing. Each bone in your body brakes and then heals, the skin stretches and shrinks, you grow feathers, or more hair, depends; and, oh, your head! I remember my first time. I was sure Death was coming in the form of a spell gone wrong, which is often the worst of forms Death can present herself. Alas, I survived. Still remember that pain, though. Judging from your expression, you don’t want me to speak more of this. I won’t.“

Dante’s eyes were like two bulges ready to jump out of their socket and live a life of their own. His forehead was sprinkled with tiny beads of sweat. He wiped them off quickly once Gargon paused and Dante became aware of the wetness.

„Second thing is the good part of becoming what I am. Choosing an animal, and doing it not out of like or love but out of usefulness, is the most important thing when it comes to this creation. When I transform I can fly, and I can see in the infrared spectrum — you remember what that is?“

Dante was thinking for a while. He knew what it was, but he wanted to recall the entire lesson. Of course, that was too much to expect so he was satisfied to remember the person who discovered infrared, how he did it and what it meant for Magika. This included a guy named Bill, few filters and the sunlight.

After Dante said what Gargon wished to hear, he asked him what could he do if he decided to become a cantrip.

„Ah, yes. My pretty cousin. Those birds are very rare in the wild. But, I could manage to get a hold of one…“

„We need it?“

„Yes. And, also“ said Gargon grabbing one of the books and waving it as much as its weight allowed „someone should write new books!“

Dante giggled softly.

„Why do we need the actual animal?“

„Well, you must eat it, of course.“

Dante’s eyes were, once more, thinking about a vacation and a better life out there, in the big world. The eyebrows joined them, squirming and closing down.

„It’s not that bad, for you. Imagine the poor people who wish to become a dog or a horse!“

„What else do I have to do?“

„There is a whole ritual once you’ve created yourself. I won’t bore you with the details. Think about this, practice. I’ll be here tomorrow or the day after to see what you’ve decided.“

Taking the empty plate off the floor, Gargon left.

Dante was unsure. It was one thing to kill a butterfly, but eating a helpless creature that is alive!… He wasn’t sure he’d be able to do that.

Although, he needs to do it only once, and then, well, he could forget about it.

 

Love Poem [Video Reading]

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Hi, Everyone-who-watches-this,

Here is one of my older poems, dedicated to my Love, Marko.
You are free to dedicate it to whomever you Love, and share those beautiful feelings with the world.

I apologise for the watermark that is across the entire screen, but I had no clue it would be there and that big. Next time I’ll try to move it somewhere.

Now, I’m going to study.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy watching!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

Repentance


 

While my words slit the air around
I imagine myself getting out
of my body. And that girl
is not who I am,
But a mere reflection
of the anger I felt.


I wish I could just grab
those words in midair,
crumple and then
throw them away.
Slap myself over the mouth,
and yell aloud:
“Shut the fuck up!”


But I ran. From the rage.
From my own tale.
Out the door and into rain.
I ran.
Though I didn't get far that day.


And you, my love,
found me on the stairs
where I hid;
“There you are!” you said.
“It was cold outside.”
“Come here.”
Nestled in your warm
embrace, I cried.

My thanks!

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A hint.

 


Hi, Everyone-who-reads-this,

I just wanted to take a moment and give my deepest thank-you’s to all of you who are there for my posts, who wait patiently (we all know how inconsistent with publishing posts I can be) and who still take the time to read and like, even sometimes comment.

So, once more, THANKS!

I’ve got a big surprise for you!

To show my gratitude I will offer all of my current and future followers a signed online copy of… wait for it…!

Don’t forget to like, comment and share  (oh, why not, you can like this one FYI — as if you haven’t done that on previous ones 😀 )

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine