Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Literatur

  • Letter to Santa

    Dear Santa, How strong must a desire be for it to finally come true? When people fail to hear each other’s needs, I’ve the solution: I shall turn to you. Please give us will to do what’s right and patience to endure pain when we must meet it; strength to fight off meanness; boldness to…

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  • Winter

    So the snow comes down from the sky through an invisible sieve, hissing. Water – like a woman – in so many states, so many attires. The birds have all gone, and so has the neighing of horses. Cold. The crisp, muzzled silence the night’s only sound. Homes sleeping. Frayed blankets of white alight from…

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  • Guileful October

    – written on this day of the partial solar eclipse, when I am down with the flu – a cold, a splitting headache, and the blinding sun burning up with a fever of its own rushed between late risings and early twilights drilling into my skull as if to make up for lost time as…

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  • Time is…

    …stillness. duration. a slender white egret – immovable, mirrorred – contemplating its own reflection in the pond: blink, blink. it’s only when it lifts off with imponderable grace, expanding, shedding itself – all spirit, all force – its transient image left behind to dissolve like an abandoned shroud like a skin that’s no longer needed…

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  • Which one would you buy?

    Which one would you buy? Thanks to the wonderful Amie McCracken and Jessica Bell, our #Timisoara #travel #guide is coming along nicely. We are now working on a #cover and I could really use your feedback: Which of these three versions do you feel most drawn to? (When in doubt, imagine you are in a…

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  • Not alone

    Someday you won’t remember any of this. Someday, your body will have forgotten his novel touch, how it felt to have his arms wrapped around you like a safety belt, his lips on your skin, his hand in yours, or what you talked about. A waft of his after-shave won’t make you turn your head…

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