Sasho OGNENOVSKI, Macedonia

SASHO OGNENOVSKI

Sasho Ognenovski, Ph.D (1964) is Macedonian writer, actor, director and scientist. Born and raised in Macedonia he earned his BA in Acting on 1987, being creative in almost hundred roles in his native city Bitola and on the stages in Sofia, Moscow, St. Petersburg, Wroclaw, Grenoble, Belgrade, Ljubljana, Zagreb, Sarajevo, Melbourne, Sydney etc. On 2002 he earned his MA in Communications building his carreer as a scientist and educator too. His creative list includes four poetry books (Avalanche, 1995; The Fruits of Hell, 2014; Desert flower, 2015m, Forrest, 2018), two books of children plays (A Simple Tale, 2001; The Magic Compass, 2011) and two plays for adults (Grief, 2012; Citadel, 2016) and also papers in the field of Communications, Semiotic, Multiculturalism, Theater printed in various journals and presented in the conferences around the world.  His latest play Citadel was published on English language by Lulu Publishing House from Northern Carolina, USA, and his children plays The Magic Compass has been published on Serbian language by Alma Publishing house from Belgrade. He’s also writing reviews, essays and columns for Macedonian, Serbian and European magazines and internet portals. Attended in a lot of conferences for Media, Communication and Multiculturalism in Gothenburg, Sofia, London, Oslo, Milano etc.

Sasho Ognenovski, Macedonia

SECRET

Somebody ate this morning too…

Dry utterances of tenderness

Are merging in the breath of

The new sun’s flick.

I don’t know where the sunshine had hidden.

The linden trees are whispering to each other

While the morning is crying, and the yellow

Circle

Is rising on its zenith, on his

                                          Throne.

They are playing with the shine in

                                             My eyes.

I will never find the sunshine.

Sasho Ognenovski, Macedonia

LIVID POST

It is a general feeling:

Everybody is crying, but do not know why.

Nobody is considering  about anything

All looks are livid, lachrymose…

Everyone is a livid post.

 

Sasho Ognenovski, Macedonia

 

REMEMBERING

 

Olive tree by the lake,

house of stone on the cloud,

someone crying on the threshold,

someone eating bitter olives.

 

The sky turns red, torn by a spit of flame.

The house is burning, the cloud is gone.

Holes in our eyes,

empty space.

 

Sasho Ognenovski, Macedonia

 

WATER

 

How was it before the fury came?

Quiet, with five letters,

limpid, cold, then warm,

fast water –

as flash of thought.

 

Now it is bitter,

overflowing its banks,

one day it will flood everything.

 

What should we do then?

Would the twilight,

which we look at every day,

give us to drink?

 

Sasho Ognenovski, Macedonia

 

WHERE GRIEF BEGINS

At the place where grief is born

the heart spreads open a fan of the passions.

A fleeting glance

exchanged

and we,

messengers of our bodies, naked,

play together, tongue to tongue

and are glad.

(At least we appear to be.)

That place

is no place for tears,

where grief begins.

Sasho Ognenovski, Macedonia

SAD POEM

Sad old woman with a black bundle

carrying something black –

net in the isinglass eye of a fish.

Love in the hide-and-seek soul,

Sad kiss, sad morning,

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