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As mourning follows night*
Read more: 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?
Read more: 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
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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Quote of the day
Read more: 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
Read more: Blindingblinding 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
Read more: I don’tI 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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Finding one’s way home
Read more: Finding one’s way homeTo 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
Read more: 2022. My journeyTo 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
Read more: 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…
Read more: 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
Read more: The breeze on a deserted seafront promenadeThe 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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