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Today

be quiet with me after the rain in the rejuvenated world count all the fallen petals bask in the timorous sun the bulbous wet sweetness of soon-to-be-fruit the snail’s past trailing behind him like a wedding gown kneel down, put your good ear to the ground be silent listen to the breathing the throbbing this…
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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

“Beauty is rarely mentioned in contemporary art critiques: in a reflection of the left hemisphere’s values, a work is now conventionally praised as ‘strong’ or ‘challenging’, in the rhetoric of power, the only rhetoric in all our relations with the world and with one another that we are now permitted. It has become somehow unsophisticated…
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Springtide

Heat. April heat. Deep, penetrating. This afterwinter sky – unfamiliar, molten, aglow – splurges on timid leaves, permeates clothes,and burrows into skin. Out by the river I am sitting on a log. The gulls have just taken off, shrieking, treading water, flapping their wings against the dormant, mirror-cold, reflected images of trees. Seconds later, suspended,…
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Quote(s) of the day

“There’s no greater sin than frittering your life away, Vadya. They don’t have the remotest notion that the goal of human existence might be something other than to live as long as possible, in as much comfort as possible. (…) “What these youngsters want is to be released from triviality, to escape from boredom. (…)…
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Quote of the day

“For a long time we believed that machines were man’s instrument, but it’s now clear that men were the instruments that paved the way for machines. The transition will happen slowly: machines won’t subject men to their rule, but they’ll enter man, like an urge, an intimate aspiration. Even now, becoming a flawless machine is…
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Beyond Words

Dear friends, Beyond Words Literary Magazine will be publishing my flash fiction ‘Fish’ in its May 2024 issue. My heartfelt thanks to Gal Slonim and the Editorial Board! You can order physical copies here. A quick preview of my work is available below: Hope you enjoy.
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Quote of the day

“The left hemisphere is the speaking hemisphere: the right hemisphere has literally no voice. The attempt to make the implicit explicit radically alters its nature. (…) metaphor and narrative are often required to convey the implicit meanings available to the right hemisphere and in a left-hemisphere-dominated culture, metaphors and narratives are disregarded as myths and…
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In search of „Moorish” culture: My spring ramble through Andalusia

Ladies and gents… (drum roll), the English version is here. Enjoy! Day 1. The blessings of individual travel It’s not every year that we are gifted with additional time. But a leap year calls for a leap of faith, and so, I leap out of the plane from Munich to Málaga in southern Spain avid…
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Times

Are you disillusioned because the world has gotten worse? Or has the world gotten worse because you’re disillusioned? Was it ever beautiful, spellbinding, full of magic, fresh, or were your eyes just kinder then? Were you under the spell of youth? Did you believe in fairies and princes and happy ends, and the pale pinkness…
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Frühling in Andalusien

I thought I’d try something new today: My Andalusian travel essay in German for my German-speaking followers ;-). It’s a first for me, but here it is: Auf den Spuren Maurischer Kultur Tag 1. Der Genuss des individuellen Reisens Die Leute um mich herum schauen auf ihre Handys. Ich schaue aus dem Fenster. Mir hat das…
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The fighter jets

It’s every day now. Can you hear the air shake? Several times a day those metal birds, sharp-beaked, slice a thin gash through the arched canopy of blue under which silent people walk (or walk their dogs), their gaze, as always, buried in the mud, the soft footpath, the yellowed hay – last year’s grass…
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