Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: De-ale vieţii

Farewell to 2024 / Haiku

to your unlikely silences, your unavowed explosions of joy I listen. I am a boundless receptacle for your corrosive past, your buried pain, your ecstasies; my future secretive, unknown.
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My 2024 Retrospective

It’s that time of the year again: hot cocoa, mulled wine, and… retrospectives. You can read mine (in Romanian) here: https://atelier.liternet.ro/articol/49103/Andreea-Sepi/Drumuri-intre-acasa-si-acasa-sau-viata-ca-un-roller-coaster-2024.html. Or you can follow me on Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn and YouTube to see what I’ve been up to and to stay tuned for what I’m doing next! Keep an eye out for my next…
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Love Haikus

speaking about love: do not delay cupping your hands to receive its miraculous snow, soft and calm; also do not delay showering it on someone else. what better things have you got to do in this world? the only thing worse than being unloved is having nobody to love. life is a glint of light…
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Quotes of the day

“Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.” – Simone Weil, First and Last Notebooks. “Attention, taken to its highest degree, is the same thing as prayer. It presupposes faith and love. Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer. If we turn our mind toward the good, it is impossible that little by little the whole…
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Oamenii

(a poem in Romanian) Oamenii se taie cu aplomb unii pe alții Oamenii scot cuțitele și le înfig unii în alții se spintecă sfârtecă eviscerează își produc cicatrici lungi răni adânci găuri prin care poți vedea în zare o bucățică mică mică de albastru Oamenii își cară pumni se învinețesc își rup unii altora nasul…
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Carpathian cow-keeper

Come, come look at the cows, he says, just cross this little brook, don’t worry it is not too cold, and never mind this blue rope here, I will untie it in no time. I wrap it ‘round the bushes so the cows think it’s electric and don’t get away I tend to about 20…
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As mourning follows night*

back home I sleep with my ears unplugged the windows flung wide open into the guzzling night I remain watchful here, in the places my people have – one by one –trickled into the fatty earth I dive into the holes they left – deep dark enticing pools of fresh darkness – I eavesdrop: the…
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Have you?

Have you completed the sacraments of life? Have you bowed to the April sunrise? Have you worshipped the brightness and the honeyed light dripping on the fresh leaves? Have you helped a blind mole across the gravel road and kept it safe from the fury of bikers? Have you touched bark or beetle and gladly…
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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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Quote of the day

“(…) a human being should never become a means to an end. But already in the economic system of the last few decades, most working people had been turned into mere means, degraded to become mere tools for economic life. It was no longer work that was the means to an end, a means for…
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Blinding

blinding the sun in the autumn leaves after yesterday’s rain the smile on a child’s face when she’s healthy again headed to school to meet friends trying on a new outfit her and the planet both like plugging back the missing link in the circle of life. I need to go back to sleep but…
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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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