Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Creative writing and fiction

  • Today

    be quiet with me after the rain in the rejuvenated world count all the fallen petals bask in the timorous sun the bulbous wet sweetness of soon-to-be-fruit the snail’s past trailing behind him like a wedding gown kneel down, put your good ear to the ground be silent listen to the breathing the throbbing this…

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  • Have you?

    Have you completed the sacraments of life? Have you bowed to the April sunrise? Have you worshipped the brightness and the honeyed light dripping on the fresh leaves? Have you helped a blind mole across the gravel road and kept it safe from the fury of bikers? Have you touched bark or beetle and gladly…

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  • Springtide

    Heat. April heat. Deep, penetrating. This afterwinter sky – unfamiliar, molten, aglow – splurges on timid leaves, permeates clothes,and burrows into skin. Out by the river I am sitting on a log. The gulls have just taken off, shrieking, treading water, flapping their wings against the dormant, mirror-cold, reflected images of trees. Seconds later, suspended,…

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  • Quote of the day

    “For a long time we believed that machines were man’s instrument, but it’s now clear that men were the instruments that paved the way for machines. The transition will happen slowly: machines won’t subject men to their rule, but they’ll enter man, like an urge, an intimate aspiration. Even now, becoming a flawless machine is…

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  • Beyond Words

    Dear friends, Beyond Words Literary Magazine will be publishing my flash fiction ‘Fish’ in its May 2024 issue. My heartfelt thanks to Gal Slonim and the Editorial Board! You can order physical copies here. A quick preview of my work is available below: Hope you enjoy.

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  • Quote of the day

    “The left hemisphere is the speaking hemisphere: the right hemisphere has literally no voice. The attempt to make the implicit explicit radically alters its nature. (…) metaphor and narrative are often required to convey the implicit meanings available to the right hemisphere and in a left-hemisphere-dominated culture, metaphors and narratives are disregarded as myths and…

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  • In search of „Moorish” culture: My spring ramble through Andalusia

    Ladies and gents… (drum roll), the English version is here. Enjoy! Day 1. The blessings of individual travel It’s not every year that we are gifted with additional time. But a leap year calls for a leap of faith, and so, I leap out of the plane from Munich to Málaga in southern Spain avid…

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  • Times

    Are you disillusioned because the world has gotten worse? Or has the world gotten worse because you’re disillusioned? Was it ever beautiful, spellbinding, full of magic, fresh, or were your eyes just kinder then? Were you under the spell of youth? Did you believe in fairies and princes and happy ends, and the pale pinkness…

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  • Frühling in Andalusien

    I thought I’d try something new today: My Andalusian travel essay in German for my German-speaking followers ;-). It’s a first for me, but here it is: Auf den Spuren Maurischer Kultur Tag 1. Der Genuss des individuellen Reisens Die Leute um mich herum schauen auf ihre Handys. Ich schaue aus dem Fenster. Mir hat das…

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  • The fighter jets

    It’s every day now. Can you hear the air shake? Several times a day those metal birds, sharp-beaked, slice a thin gash through the arched canopy of blue under which silent people walk (or walk their dogs), their gaze, as always, buried in the mud, the soft footpath, the yellowed hay – last year’s grass…

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  • Quiet

    I have nothing to say. Today, I just want to be quiet, enjoy the luxury of a light breeze in the dry reeds, the popping of their ochre in the sun, the crunching of white pebbles underfoot in the black mire by the lake. Today I want to watch the empty windowsills and the roofs…

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  • Conquest manual

    – a poem – Step 1. Make people lonely. Step 2. Give lonely people a machine that talks. Tell them jokes. Make them laugh. Free of charge. Step 3. Tweak said machine so that it tells these people only what they like to hear. Step 4. Let it offer answers, plenty of answers while memorizing…

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