DANIELA ANDONOVSKA-TRAJKOVSKA

DANIELA ANDONOVSKA-TRAJKOVSKA

Deaf Story About The Refugees

This is a cloud of gold that swallows the world in little gulps

A rough white glove

that hasn’t been on the choice list

This is a moving theatre with a hollow in its centre.

The mole of the deception

has dug its legs out.

This is a navel of humanity ripped out of our body

The people inside our head

are crying for their umbilical cord

This is a wheel chair without wheels

The hands of our God push us as further as we can go

to find ourselves in the pain

These are the trees that tremble in acatalepsy

The stems of our support

have eaten their own roots

This is a window with closed eyelids

We feel the warmth

turned upside down

This is a black mark on the nations’ foreheads

Banished children with a shell on their back

are looking for a place to stay

These are the borders that are marching along the chained thoughts

This is a bodiless scene of crime

This is a blind story that sleeps under the rug...

This is a story with tamponed ears

Homeless Humanity

our house is laying on our back

without doors and windows

without threshold and fire

without lianas and fig trees

without blankets and mattresses

without a skin...

the ember is planted

in our soul and we enlighten our own path

in the darkness that makes our eyes pop out

so we can plant the last ray of hope in our other house

that has shoes left in the entrance

our fingers are dancing in survival

and the world sees us like barehanded humans

- no rings and gloves around

the crib rips our chest out,

and the empty hands are having memories without images...

the babies are crying for our salvation

the bareheaded ground vertiginously runs away from us

wanting to escape from its ironed shadow

the coordinates are running without a leader

and with a longitudinal and trashy sob

they drag on our heals

and are holding us like prisoners in imaginary room

in our house that is laying on our back

without doors and windows

without threshold and fire

without lianas and fig trees

without blankets and mattresses

without a skin...

our houses are not our homes anymore

Trophy Heads

we are drowning

in the autistical time of trophy heads

that are being willingly beheaded

so they can be posted on Instagram

to be part of the mosaic

that falls apart in the moment of creation

dear God, please erase our

two-dimensionality

and put us together on the picture

in which we would live in all of our dimensions

Dominated World

our world looks like us

more and more each day

-        leashed and dominated by our desires

DANIELA ANDONOVSKA-TRAJKOVSKA

DANIELA ANDONOVSKA-TRAJKOVSKA: Of Republic of North Macedonia. (born February 3, 1979, Bitola, North Macedonia) is doctor of pedagogy, and she works as full time university professor at the Faculty of Education-Bitola, St. “Kliment Ohridski” University-Bitola, Republic of North Macedonia for the courses:  Methodology of Teaching Language Arts, Creative Writing, Critical Literacy, Methodology of Teaching Early Reading and Writing, ect.  She is co-founder of the University Literary Club “Denicija PFBT UKLO” and also of the Center for Literature, Art, Culture, Rhetoric and Language at the Faculty of Education-Bitola.  She is member of the Macedonian Writers’ Association, and The Bitola Literary Circle, and president of the Macedonian Science Society Editorial Council. She is the editor in chief of the literary journal “Rast” issued by the Bitola Literary Circle, and also - editor of the International Journal “Contemporary Dialogues” (Macedonian Science Society), and “Literary Elements” Journal (Perun Artis), several poetry and prose books. Besides her scientific work published in many international scientific journals, she writes poetry, prose and literary critics. She has published one prose book: “Coffee, Tea and the Red Sky” (2019), and 7 poetry books: “Word for the Word” (2014), “Poems for the Margins” (2015), “Black Dot” (2017), Footprints” (2017), “Three” (2019), “The House of Contrasts” (2019), and “Electronic Blood” (2019). She has won special mention at the Nosside World Poetry Prize (UNESCO, 2011), the award for the best poem at the Macedonia Writers’ Association Festival (2018), “Krste Chachanski” prize for prose (2019), and “Karamanov” Poetry Prize 2019.