Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Life

  • People call it October (II)

    it’s always best when you don’t know where you’re going. let the path take you where you need to be. if your feet hurt, sit on the bristling grass, straddle the shoulder of that hill, whisper a loving prayer, or maybe even weep a little. put one foot forward – doesn’t matter which, but don’t…

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  • People call it October (I)

    I walk. I think nothing of it. I walk. I hear nothing but the raspy sound my boots make on pebbles the wheezing past of dragonflies in their autumnal attire the leaves – still green, crackling dry, floating in silence without aim. people jogging, imagining they’re going places. dust. hearts beating, heaving, panting, the trunks…

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  • Quote of the day

    “To pit oneself against the mountain is necessary for every climber; to pit oneself merely against other players, and make a race of it, is to reduce to the level of a game what is essentially an experience. (…) What he values is a task that, demanding of him all he has and is, absorbs…

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  • I don’t

    I don’t have the right face for my feelings. I’m not beautiful. My features aren’t exquisite – soft, elegant, dainty – no, they are quite banal. I have a mean frown and people suspect coarseness inside indeed my core is hard and rough and uneven – like scars, dry and drying, like crackling scales. I…

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  • On the outside, looking in

    This, this, I tell myself, this see-through envelope of blueness that contains us, this fluid in which we move, this shallow film of sunlight collecting into magnanimous pools, rippling, cascading, eroding, building its deep dark wells of forgetfulness, turning our chunky limbs of flesh into ethereal shadows that precede us slanting, hovering, levitating, always one…

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  • In search of lost time…

    … my most recent contribution to the FB flash fiction group “Ficțiuni Reale” (Romanian only) can be found here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/366117403460275/posts/9154969441241650/?comment_id=9154978477907413&notif_id=1682955213803360&notif_t=group_comment&ref=notif

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  • Easter itineraries – or in search of inspiration

    Nowhere else is the sweet stillness of spring and the cheerful chirruping of songbirds as soothing as in the Romanian countryside in those last quiet hours before Easter, at the foot of a mountain dotted with caves and age-old monasteries. We spent three days around the northern parts of Gorj and Valcea counties in southern…

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  • Quote of the day

    “Men will always be what women choose to make them. If you wish then that they should be noble and virtuous, let women be taught what greatness of soul and virtue are. “ J.J. Rousseau – Discourse on the Arts and Sciences (1750)

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  • Watch for timelessness instead

    Originally posted on Writer Between Worlds: a watch is a little glass prison for time – ? where the seconds serve a life sentence without the possibility of parole. ? people like to wear captive time around their wrist. when all the seconds are numbered and can never escape, they call the watch good. ?…

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  • Getting featured

    Dear friends, I’ve had some great #news today (literally): Our travel guide, #TIMISOARA23 – 23 Secrets You’ll Love About the City and the Romanian Banat was featured in not one, but two German-language newspapers! The Allgemeine Deutsche Zeitung in Romania: and the Banater Post in München: Our “somewhat different travel guide” is, of course, available…

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  • Sleepwalkers

    The street awash with children leaving school. The bus stop one big isle of kids. An overspill of youth. Huddled. Immobile. Captivated. Captive. Each child, oblivious to child, stares down into a phone like it’s a well of meaning. A girl ponders over the best emoji. Her finger hovers, undecided. Tap. The street awash with…

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  • Quote of the day

    “What remained was the individual person, the human being – and nothing else. Everything had fallen away from him during those years: money, power, fame; nothing was certain for him anymore: not life, not health, not happiness; all had been called into question for him: vanity, ambition, relationships. Everything was reduced to bare existence. Burnt…

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