Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Creative writing and fiction

  • Quote of the day

    “The ego and the self are those catastrophic states of being in which the Living Man allows himself to be imprisoned by the forms that he perceived by himself. To love his ego is to love death, and the law of the Virgin in infinite. (…) The libido is the definition of cadaverous desire, and…

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  • Quote of the day

    “One does not give birth in pain, one gives birth to pain: the child represents it and henceforth it settles in, it is continuous. Obviously you may close your eyes, cover up your ears, teach courses, run errands, tidy up the house, think about objects, subjects. But a mother is always branded by pain, she…

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  • Heat

    this smothering. this incandescence. this slowing down of industry. this blistering disintegration into idle particles – placid, primordial, like the silence, pierced only by the terrified barking of the lone dog desperate to sound brave. this viscous, heavy blinding doubling down on your shoulders. this begging for a breeze, the impossibility of shade and the…

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  • Membrane

    today I’d like to be a poet – nothing more. slow, silent, wistful – pure organic membrane wrapped around this cosmos built from rock and cold. lonely pulsating membrane through which the unseen ripples.

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  • Night sky (haiku)

    nothing means anything but the night sky, all those dead stars still glinting.

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  • Why?

    why am I woman and not apple blossom bee grass blue heron seabed? the same cosmic black tongue coiling around them all and licking the plate clean.

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  • Last station

    Outside: the sun in the fresh leaves, weightless petals, pink with the promise of fruit. Inside: blood, phlegm and the screams of people birthing their death; that labor of leaving.

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  • Corsica 2026

    I returned to Corsica after 21 years, the same way a grown woman revisits her first love trying to understand what might have been and what she missed back then.Corsica outside the tourist season is the kind of rough gem you explore at the pace of your own breath. It is a proud mare no…

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  • The nature of things

    On the ground, insects toil away. Above, the forest is dying. Gnarled and unnaturally twisted, it scratches the horizon with skeletal claws; combs it like it’s a skein in need of untangling. On the ground, insects toil away. Above, the forest is dying. Between them, people walk, setting dogs on each another; people walk with…

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  • Self-compassion

    sit with that pain, that sorrow, that fear. hold its hand like you would a dying man’s. breathe. then caress it and dab its lips with moisture. for when it dies down – and it will – it is a part of you you will have buried.

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  • The Gender Dance

    Today is International Women’s Day. Below is a text I wrote a while ago, which sadly remains valid today and sheds some light on the place of women in society, asymmetrical relationships, gender expectations, and the thorny consent issue. It’s my sophomore year in high school. I’m with my class on one of those overnight…

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  • Eveniment editorial

    Metamorfoza e completă. ȘI VĂILE ȘOPTEAU… au fost coconul. Prima ediție. Acum, la epuizarea tirajului, e timpul să iasă în lume, într-o identitate vizuală nouă care include și un sequel surprinzător, trilogia CRISALIDĂ. Cei care ați citit Și văile șopteau numele tău știți că e vorba despre un roman în două părți. Am stat mult…

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