Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: ROMÂNĂ

  • Quote of the day

    “But being a victim can also become a role that is repeatedly sought after, because someone knows this role too well and can slip into it as if into a shoe that fits. After all, the victim narrative presents the victim as morally superior and denies them the responsibility and possibility of action. Insofar, this…

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  • Why Write?

    “In my life, writing has been an important exercise to clarify what I believe, what I see, what I care about, what my deepest values are. The process of converting a jumble of thoughts into coherent sentences makes you ask tougher questions.”   Barack Obama, 2012. Writing is healthy. It helps you get to know…

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  • Quote of the day

    “(…) The simple good-and-evil constructions in mythology, fiction, and storytelling are there because they offer clear orientation, but possibly at the cost of moral and social justice. The polarizing overdetermination of good and evil and related dichotomies make stories enjoyable. But at the same time social divisions are deepened and entrenched, which can lead to…

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  • On Fortress street

    Today, Liternet has published another one of my short poems in Romanian, called On Fortress St. The inspiration for this poem was my trip to the 2022 International Theater Festival in Sibiu (Transylvania); it took a week for my elutriated impressions of this particular evening to settle into words, and here they are. You can…

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  • Starting today, in new garb

    Dear friends, I’ve been toying with the idea of unifying my online presence – my creative writing and my professional communication blogs – under a common site in my name for a while now. And while it still isn’t 100% possible, I’m getting there. “Langsam aber sicher”, as they say in Germany. The old theme…

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  • Quote of the day

    “And this, Lily thought, taking the green paint on her brush, this making up scenes about them, is what we call “knowing” people, “thinking” of them, “being fond” of them! Not a word of it was true; she had made it up; but it was what she knew them by all the same.” Virginia Woolf…

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  • Flash fiction success

    Here’s to another thrilling stage in my creative journey this summer: my story Fish has won second place in the 2022 Writer Advice Flash Fiction competition! Interested? You can read it below (some scrolling needed on the landing page): https://writeradvice.com/the-contest-winners-are Thank you, B. Lynn Goodwin, for the opportunity – and for the honor of being…

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  • Is there still…?

    Is there still…? Is there still time? Is there still time to be human? Everywhere, every-fucking-where this storm of separation, this vertigo, this howling and this yelping, this moaning, this plea to end the pain, this trumpet of the angel of death, of the angel of bleakness, this abandon to isolation, this anguish, this torment!…

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  • My story (Soil) in The Write Launch

    What an amazing feeling to wake up one morning and find my long short story Soil featured at the top of The Write Launch‘s June 2022 issue to a breathtaking background picture! Happened today. Feeling thankful and inspired. You can read the full story below: #creativewriting #stories #fiction #language #home

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  • Quote of the day

    “He who has become a lover should never think of his life. Your soul is an obstacle in your way. Sacrifice it. If you are required to sacrifice your faith also, together with your soul, do so by all means, and if anyone brands you as an infidel, tell him that love occupies a position…

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  • Uvalde

    19 more taken in this summer of slaughter. Humanity, mourn!…

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  • Schiffbruch

    Wie Teelichter auf einem Fluss der Vergessenheit entfernen sich die Wörter sanft schaukelnd. Langsam aber sicher entgleiten sie uns; unmöglich das Verweilen. Im Streit der Gewässer eilen sie flussabwärts, sie geraten ins Schwanken, manchmal erlischt das Licht, es riecht nach flüssigem Wachs, wenn sie umfallen besiegeln sie ihr Schicksal, stummer Rauch steigt auf und sie…

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