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Category: De-ale vieţii

  • Finding one’s way home

    To my Romanian followers: My good friend and travel guide co-author, Claudia Tănăsescu, returned to Timisoara, Romania from Brussels some 10 years ago. She has documented her journey back and her search for a reconstructed notion of home in a heartfelt, poetic, and often funny multimodal text that is both autobiographical novel and photo project.…

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  • 2022. My journey

    To all aspiring writers out there: remain hopeful! I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t dreaming of writing professionally, writing for a living. I started playing with words the moment I learned how to speak. And yet, for the past 15 years I barely did any serious creative writing at all.…

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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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  • The breeze on a deserted seafront promenade

    The sea, its expanses, the sea and its shores. The sea softly hissing amid sails, amid boats. Endless blue horizon: you can swim to the sky where, among constellations, the eternal is nigh. The sea softly singing with the music of spheres; the sea with its swinging while we sink, while we die. The sea…

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  • My daughter wants flip-flops

    Such is the patriarchy. Had God been Goddess for sure there’d have been a ‘Fiat calceamenta!’ in there somewhere, right after ‘Let there be light.’ Somewhere in-between crocodiles & farm animals and lone Adam begging for more cuddle time. ‘Let there be purses and handbags,’ but, above all, ‘let there be shoes,’ in all colors…

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  • Tomorrow the river will swell

    The storm crawled in from the southwest as it always does, lighting up the sky with silent fireworks after sundown. The earth below hot, hot and dark like a feverish womb. The rain came slowly. It seemed far away. It seemed almost spent by the time it reached us. We sit side by side on…

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  • Why Write?

    “In my life, writing has been an important exercise to clarify what I believe, what I see, what I care about, what my deepest values are. The process of converting a jumble of thoughts into coherent sentences makes you ask tougher questions.”   Barack Obama, 2012. Writing is healthy. It helps you get to know…

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  • Starting today, in new garb

    Dear friends, I’ve been toying with the idea of unifying my online presence – my creative writing and my professional communication blogs – under a common site in my name for a while now. And while it still isn’t 100% possible, I’m getting there. “Langsam aber sicher”, as they say in Germany. The old theme…

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