Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Life

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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Bookfest Timişoara 2026

Want a peek behind the scenes of the International Book Salon BOOKFEST TIMISOARA 2026 – and how it all went for me, my publisher, and my books? Here are a few snapshots:
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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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Quote of the day

“To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly. (…) “Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought.” Henry Bergson
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Quote of the day

“The idea of the future, pregnant with an infinity of possibilities, is thus more fruitful than the future itself, and this is why we find more charm in hope than in possession, in dreams than in reality.” Henri Bergson, Time and Free Will
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Snow

this year, the soil too needs to rest: it needs silence, space, slumber. the furrows have covered their zillion ears with blankets of untaintedness and are frozen: flat white flags spread over the landscape, pierced by last year’s severed stalks. deaf to the bombs and the bullet-words and the bluster,the grabbing and the coveting and…
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Quote of the day

“Many of these same young people (…) had not progressed from freedom from to freedom to. They simply rebelled without attempting to find a goal toward which to move, except that of freedom from restrictions and dependence. Like that of their bourgeois parents, their motto was: ‘New is beautiful,’ and they developed and almost phobic…
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Meditation

meet me in the depths of my belly, my stillness of a thousand breaths – and I shall birth you symphonies of silence. those schools of words swimming away? let them. the truth is always quiet – stealthy, un-schooled. in my belly the truth swells like a blue tsunami.
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