Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Literatură

  • The child

    the child screams when he is born, for the world is cruel and sad and his mother’s bosom all flesh – as soft and as fragile as his. he was once whole. now he is but a part, cut off, severed.

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  • Pe cine

    zilele trec fără să fie trăite se scurg înapoi în noaptea mută ca într-un fluviu mare și negru. să nu aștepți. să nu simți. înfășoară-ți inima într-un tifon îmbibat cu lidocaină: amorțește-o ca să vadă, dar să nu simtă. să simți a devenit indecent. ea bate, doar, neauzită. zilele trec fără să fie. pustiu. sunt…

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  • Talk

    ‘Let’s talk,’ he says and I think, ‘Sure, let’s hide inside our brains again and behind words so that we never feel the emotions we never live anything raw and real we never vibrate beyond the conceptual. And how do I say, “Inside, I’m all tears”?’ We don’t touch. We just talk about touching.

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  • Not even September

    not even September and the rain dribbles down my windowpane, painlessly slow, quietly gray-in-gray the summer dust settles.

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  • And the green will be silent

    thick burdock by the river and the musical trance of water flowing – a brook with its bubbling eddies and thirsty loud birds – and our years quietly passing, quietly leaking into the humid ground like fat dark nourishment and all this while, the working bee will be gathering nectar unknowingly and the green will…

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  • The One

    everything feeds on everything else, we all dissolve into the bodies of others – a joyous play of alterity/sameness, we are all milk, bread, honey, meat, wine for this cosmic feast, this orgy of the gods. all of us just a fleeting, elusive, embodied drop of pureness.

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  • Spätsommer

    leicht, leicht und sachte ist der Wind der uns grenzenlos macht als er durch diese blaue Seele bläst und die lila Blüten wie lockere Saiten zum Klingen bringt – leise, leise, und süß-duftend und grenzenlos ist das Schweben, sein Strom nun gemäßigt und angenehm, angenehm warm.

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  • The apple (haikus)

    I found an apple on the ground today and I ate it with blameless desire. it was green and sweet-sour, and tasted like crisp juicy joy.

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  • Featured in Women Thrive Magazine!

    Dear friends, my journey as an author has been featured in the August 2026 issue of Women Thrive Magazine – proof that it is never, ever too late to pursue your dream or your calling and succeed. You can read my story at https://womenthrivemagazine.com/magazine. If you are looking for my Romanian-language novels,.you can find them…

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  • How hope dies (haikus)

    the raw tissue of the universe ruptures with each lie you utter. the One bleeds, sweet Ocean of Compassion besieged by toxic algae.

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  • Deja-vu

    of. hai, vino încoace să-ți mângâi tâmpla aia aromată și să ți-o sărut. îmi e la fel de imposibil să te iubesc și să nu te iubesc, chiar dacă tu vei avea nevoie de mai multe vieți să înțelegi – într-una dintre ele vei avea într-un moment un deja vu și ți se va părea…

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  • Poemul din vis

    în pâlnia zorelelor zace nectarul zeilor, ele veghează noaptea tremurul lunii picurându-și parfumul în cosmos pe când eu mă topesc cu gândul la tine, secretând roua dulce a întregului. el, ea, ei, ele dorm, tu taci, respiri regulat; Totul tace. sub bolta arcuită, indigo – vibrația unui glob nesfârșit ce stă mereu să plesnească. (Notă:…

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