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Quiet
Read more: QuietI 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
Read more: 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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Confirm humanity
Read more: Confirm humanity‘Confirm humanity,’ the website urges and presents me with a checkbox to tick. I’d simply wanted to treat myself to a daily poem, that’s why I’m signing up for their newsletter, but, at this point, I am confronted with an existential issue: A. Is my humanity confined to that little checkbox? Is that what it…
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Good tidings
Read more: Good tidingsToday, I’ve had the first piece of good news after a week of battling the flu: Parfumul Evei, a novella I wrote in Romanian has been shortlisted for the Romanian National Literary Network award 2024. I’ll leave you with the happy announcement (plus the glorious Upper Bavarian countryside), while I go back to making teas…
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Primates
Read more: PrimatesThis is a cynical little poem inspired by an actual news story I heard on the radio today. I don’t have all the facts, so the piece is slightly fictionalized and may not be entirely accurate, but it seemed like an interesting cautionary fable. There is some profanity and sarcasm. Please don’t get triggered, this…
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Roamers
Read more: RoamersI like the people here, by the river: wood-roamers, quiet-seekers, seekers of quiet truths that need no explanation, hunters of oxygen and light and the late-rising brume, dog-walkers, gatherers of solace, birdwatchers – seekers of the trilling heart, vagrant explorers, yielders to the humming fullness, finders of quiet joy contained in greens and blues. no…
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Haikus conjuring spring
Read more: Haikus conjuring springFar in the distance, church bells announce midday. The sun glows like a halo on your shoulder. I squint into the blinding glare: the trees grow wings of light. Below, your steps and mine. Footprints on a mud path. Slowly unfurling, our shadows sway. Up in the barren branches, life throbs in little feathered bosoms.…
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The mountain
Read more: The mountainKnee-deep in snow, the mountain sits in stillness while we climb. Our skis, wading through powder, cut two tiny paths through the amnesia of whiteness. Ahead of us, blank page. The forest’s blotted out. A house we passed? A cross-hatch, receding in the distance. The peak? A mass of blur. You crane your neck, ‘How…
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Immersed
Read more: ImmersedI’d like there to be only quiet between us. Let us swim in a sea of quiet, lurking below the surface like the basking sharks or with our heads bobbing above the waves like two forgotten buoys far from the freighters’ routes or, better yet, let us make somersaults like the dolphins. I’ll know what…
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Quote of the day
Read more: Quote of the day“In the world of totalitarian kitsch, all answers are given in advance and preclude any questions. It follows, then, that the true opponent of totalitarian kitsch is the person who asks questions. (…) But the people who struggle against what we call totalitarian regimes cannot function with queries and doubts. They, too, need certainties and…
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Quote of the day
Read more: Quote of the day“We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come. (…) There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning,…
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