Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Literatură

Why?

why am I woman and not apple blossom bee grass blue heron seabed? the same cosmic black tongue coiling around them all and licking the plate clean.
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Last station

Outside: the sun in the fresh leaves, weightless petals, pink with the promise of fruit. Inside: blood, phlegm and the screams of people birthing their death; that labor of leaving.
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Corsica 2026

I returned to Corsica after 21 years, the same way a grown woman revisits her first love trying to understand what might have been and what she missed back then.Corsica outside the tourist season is the kind of rough gem you explore at the pace of your own breath. It is a proud mare no…
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Self-compassion

sit with that pain, that sorrow, that fear. hold its hand like you would a dying man’s. breathe. then caress it and dab its lips with moisture. for when it dies down – and it will – it is a part of you you will have buried.
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The Gender Dance

Today is International Women’s Day. Below is a text I wrote a while ago, which sadly remains valid today and sheds some light on the place of women in society, asymmetrical relationships, gender expectations, and the thorny consent issue. It’s my sophomore year in high school. I’m with my class on one of those overnight…
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Eveniment editorial

Metamorfoza e completă. ȘI VĂILE ȘOPTEAU… au fost coconul. Prima ediție. Acum, la epuizarea tirajului, e timpul să iasă în lume, într-o identitate vizuală nouă care include și un sequel surprinzător, trilogia CRISALIDĂ. Cei care ați citit Și văile șopteau numele tău știți că e vorba despre un roman în două părți. Am stat mult…
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Quotes of the day

“Life is a snake. They are the same, Firdaus. If the snake realizes you are not a snake, it will bite you. And if life knows you have no sting, it will devour you. (…) “When the street becomes your life, you no longer expect anything, hope for anything. But I expected something from love.…
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Quote of the day

“The person who said: love is a matter of the epidermis was undoubtedly referring to this inferior knowledge of the body, to the fact that possession is possible only under certain physical conditions and for certain human specimens. But the body can reveal more. Beyond voluptuousness, beyond lust, a consummate self-rediscovery is possible in that…
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Dream

what do you dream of, the wandering sorcerer asked, and I told him.he shook his head. this is not good, he said. it would be better to dream of gazing into the soul of an animal, staring everything that’s alive in its fierce, wild eye and being devoured by quiet.
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Quotes of the day

“We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self–transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every…
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Snow

this year, the soil too needs to rest: it needs silence, space, slumber. the furrows have covered their zillion ears with blankets of untaintedness and are frozen: flat white flags spread over the landscape, pierced by last year’s severed stalks. deaf to the bombs and the bullet-words and the bluster,the grabbing and the coveting and…
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Quote of the day

“Auch ich hatte mich früh an die Stille, ans Schweigen gewöhnt. Wer viel redet, verhüllt etwas. Wer konsequent schweigt, ist von etwas überzeugt. (…) Ich hatte das Gefühl, in unserem Leben fehle etwas. Die Liebe, sagst du… Die opferbereite Liebe. Ja, das sagt sich so leicht. Später habe ich erfahren, dass die mit falschen Ansprüchen…
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