Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: ENGLISH

  • The child

    the child screams when he is born, for the world is cruel and sad and his mother’s bosom all flesh – as soft and as fragile as his. he was once whole. now he is but a part, cut off, severed.

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  • Pe cine

    zilele trec fără să fie trăite se scurg înapoi în noaptea mută ca într-un fluviu mare și negru. să nu aștepți. să nu simți. înfășoară-ți inima într-un tifon îmbibat cu lidocaină: amorțește-o ca să vadă, dar să nu simtă. să simți a devenit indecent. ea bate, doar, neauzită. zilele trec fără să fie. pustiu. sunt…

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  • Talk

    ‘Let’s talk,’ he says and I think, ‘Sure, let’s hide inside our brains again and behind words so that we never feel the emotions we never live anything raw and real we never vibrate beyond the conceptual. And how do I say, “Inside, I’m all tears”?’ We don’t touch. We just talk about touching.

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  • Not even September

    not even September and the rain dribbles down my windowpane, painlessly slow, quietly gray-in-gray the summer dust settles.

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  • Quote of the day

    “All too often we love ourselves on the basis of a story of our own specialness or uniqueness. We could call this “the Facebook version of love”, in which the word simply means “like a lot” and/or “strongly approve of”. The great significance our culture places on individual difference is spiritually problematic because on the…

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  • Quote of the day

    “The self-help industry has perpetuated the story that the purpose of human life is psychological and/or spiritual growth, and that this growth – despite never being clearly defined – inevitably leads to the actualization of your innate potential and the manifestation of the “best version of you”. This is in fact a very modern idea.…

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  • And the green will be silent

    thick burdock by the river and the musical trance of water flowing – a brook with its bubbling eddies and thirsty loud birds – and our years quietly passing, quietly leaking into the humid ground like fat dark nourishment and all this while, the working bee will be gathering nectar unknowingly and the green will…

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  • The One

    everything feeds on everything else, we all dissolve into the bodies of others – a joyous play of alterity/sameness, we are all milk, bread, honey, meat, wine for this cosmic feast, this orgy of the gods. all of us just a fleeting, elusive, embodied drop of pureness.

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  • Spätsommer

    leicht, leicht und sachte ist der Wind der uns grenzenlos macht als er durch diese blaue Seele bläst und die lila Blüten wie lockere Saiten zum Klingen bringt – leise, leise, und süß-duftend und grenzenlos ist das Schweben, sein Strom nun gemäßigt und angenehm, angenehm warm.

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  • The apple (haikus)

    I found an apple on the ground today and I ate it with blameless desire. it was green and sweet-sour, and tasted like crisp juicy joy.

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  • Featured in Women Thrive Magazine!

    Dear friends, my journey as an author has been featured in the August 2026 issue of Women Thrive Magazine – proof that it is never, ever too late to pursue your dream or your calling and succeed. You can read my story at https://womenthrivemagazine.com/magazine. If you are looking for my Romanian-language novels,.you can find them…

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  • Quote of the day

    “… nothing that can be said in words is complete or absolute Truth. The Real cannot be adequately captured by language, and therefore all attempts to do so are approximations that have a relative utility. An approximation in language (i.e., a narrative) is useful insofar as it ultimately leads you beyond language to a desired…

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