Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: ENGLISH

  • 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

    “Thus, it is precisely the uniqueness of our existence in the world, the irretrievability of our lifetime, and the irrevocability of everything with which we fill it – or fail to fill it – that give significance to our existence. But it is not only the uniqueness of an individual life as a whole that…

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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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  • Women, mothers and really old ladies

    Now that March 8 is behind us (a day also known as Woman’s Day or Mother’s Day in Romania and, yes, flowers are expected!), it is time to introduce you to another Romanian tradition. This time, we’re talking about a really old one, dating all the way back to the Romans: the Days of the…

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  • Dragobete, Mărțișor and beyond

    “Dragobetele pupă fetele.” Romanian folk saying (Dragobete kisses the girls) How many of you know that Romania has its very own early-Christian Valentine’s tradition? It’s a spring fertility ritual called Dragobete, which takes place on February 24, and it dates back to the Early Middle Ages. Not only this, but since the addition of Valentine’s…

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  • What an amazing weekend!

    Our storytelling travel guide #TIMISOARA23: 23 Secrets was launched on February 18th at the Cărtureşti bookstore in the throbbing heart of Timisoara – only one of the 140+ cultural events taking place this weekend in this year’s European Capital of Culture! (It is now sold out at Cărtureşti, but you can still find it on…

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  • More interviews and a “tasting sample”

    For all my German-speaking readers — the interview I gave Ms. Astrid Weisz from Radio Timisoara about our English-language travel guide #TIMISOARA23, which aired on the German-language show last night, is still available for 7 days as audio on demand here. Always a pleasure dealing with truly professional journalists. And for my Romanian-language readers —…

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  • A Valentine’s present

    Dear friends and followers, Valentine’s is upon us. If you’re still wondering what to gift your special someone this spring, I have a very special surprise for you. The second edition of my poetry collection BEHOLD THE SEARING WIND, containing some of the most popular poems on this blog as well as many others, is…

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  • Thinking in haikus (3)

    The austere sun gaping its hungry mouth: unfrozen streets, hushed voices. Thin gauze of floodlight, birds in wedding fever, boughs rotating lifeward. Young insects dashing, daring, thin cellular membrane of hope pulsates.

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  • Thinking in haikus (2)

    Under the blinding sun I dream of quiet crisp- ness, Japanese pines. A forest muted by snow. Shy deer and ripe cones. The vastness singing.

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  • Thinking in haikus

    Night winds and night unwinding. Shivers through lowered blinds. I startle, stir. The sleepless moon, perched on a windowsill, ogles my slumber. Leering.

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  • Words – an affair

    They come at you unleashed and disembodied, dark feathers, beaks like birds of prey, wings flapping, slapping, threshing… An endless onslaught of nightfall and gloom. But then, as the squall calms (and it will, if you let it), a frail one will stand out – so brightly colored in its precious evanescence, filtering in straight…

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