Milan Milic

Joined June 2024

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Hi, I’m Milan. I write about love, fear, money, and everything in between — wherever inspiration goes. My brain doesn’t stick to one genre.

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Dear Moon, Are You Listening?
Dear Moon, old lantern nailed into the sky, I write at last and wait for your reply. You’ve watched empires crumble into dust and stone,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Soft Apocalypse
The Soft Apocalypse The world did not explode on cue or split along its spine; It frayed in little tender ways—like yours and sometimes mine.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
When Mirrors Blink
When Mirrors Blink Some mornings, glass forgets my face and gives me someone new— a version half a frame to the left, a shade the wrong-hued you.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Cathedral of Cracks
Cathedral of Cracks My heart was never marble, never spotless, never sure; It’s brick and plaster, rent-controlled, resistant, and half impure.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Letters to the Unsent
Letters to the Unsent I’ve written you in weathered ink and drafts I never name, in subject lines that start with truth, then backspace into blame.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Hands Full of Weather
Hands Full of Weather I wake with thunderstorms in wrists, with drizzle in my knees, a barometer behind my eyes that never quite agrees.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Quiet Like Fire
Quiet Like Fire You thought that strength was thunder—fists, a storm against the door, A battle cry on every breath, a boot across the floor.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Borrowed Spine
Borrowed Spine I wore my fear like a second skin, all wrinkle, no design, until the day I stood up straight on someone’s borrowed spine.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Candles That Don’t Beg
Candles That Don’t Beg I used to strike a match for proof, to bargain with the night, to hold a trembling halo up and call it borrowed light.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Sky Forgot Blue
The Sky Forgot Blue This morning, the heavens wore borrowed gray shoes, a sepia ceiling that swallowed the views. The gulls looked like erasers smudging the light,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Nocturne in Bare Feet
Nocturne in Bare Feet The house exhaled; I slipped the clock and wandered off the sheet, Let midnight find its lullaby in nocturne, bare of feet.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Borrowed Moon
The first time I saw the sign, I thought it was a joke.White chalk on the café blackboard, right under the croissant doodle: Borrow the Moon. Returns due by dawn. Price listed as “suggested donation,” which is either generous or ominous depending on your week.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Fiction

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Dear Moon, Are You Listening?

The Soft Apocalypse

When Mirrors Blink

Cathedral of Cracks

Letters to the Unsent

Hands Full of Weather

Quiet Like Fire

Borrowed Spine

Candles That Don’t Beg

The Sky Forgot Blue

Nocturne in Bare Feet

Borrowed Moon

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