Bonds

[…] I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes, waiting for the burst – which came almost instantaneously: – Our talks should be different! You know? Different. Like, when you come to me with that long face and I just know that something’s wrong, you should just talk to me and tell me about … Continue reading

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For Victoria’s “WRITERS’ FOURTH WEDNESDAY: Character Development in Fiction” challenge

[…] Running towards the kitchen she felt the smell of burnt and she began to question her perception of time “How on earth didn’t I feel an hour going by?!” She opened the window and started the ventilator, then turned off the oven and took what was supposed to be a chocolate cake out of … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on suffering

A little earlier a friend of mine was complaining that she was going through terrible suffering (well, she wasn’t really, it was just a figure of speech and it doesn’t matter why she used that expression), but it was then that I realized that the past 24 hours revolved, one way or another, around this … Continue reading

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Thirst

Streams of drought flow indolently, magmatically, over the dust in my yard and over the wings of magpies defying silence. Long, cumbrous streams, in which dreams splash like a shoal of fish insensitive at the sight of the carbon meshes from my hand. Streams of thoughts pierce stone and clay equally, like veins in search … Continue reading

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Lesson of time – sonnet

for my children – and not only for them 🙂 It’s time again for autumn’s rusty fingers To kiss goodbye the summer’s wasted sands And mercifully tame the heat that lingers Upon the tired stony bones of lands. It’s time, my child, to kiss goodbye the sorrow And let the rain wash out the stains … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on waste

Yesterday was the World Overshooting Day. I saw the above inserted photo yesterday on a Facebook page that I absolutely adore – “I fucking love science” https://www.facebook.com/IFeakingLoveScience – and for a second I thought “wow, that’s worrying”. But then I realized that it would be worrying if we were the type of thoughtful consumers who … Continue reading

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In the field of bloody noons

So red is the sunlight beyond the shut eyelids, So raw and cruel and dripping drops of need Constricting dreams sliding slowly round and round Menacing Hissing Tango with sunlight Forced red and cellos teasing in the background Mmmmmmmmmmmm Sssoooo sssswifffft… HUSH! Piano keys marking my skin with rhythm and Joy and dementia And suddenly … Continue reading

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shields

Find me a mantle to wrap in it all the white of our days and the black of our nights. Find me such a cloak that would deny, with its imperviousness, sand’s access to our unspoken words, so that whatever sound still crawls along my skin yet shivering with reminisces of tenderness from our youth, … Continue reading

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Tolls to sand

My hand fractures a breeze of wind, not allowing it to reach a dying rose. Don’t judge me wrong – it’s not kindness that drives my gesture, for it’s not like the wind’s absence would alleviate somehow the flower’s fading. It’s pure selfishness behind my move, raw and overflowing with rapacity, for I want that … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on silence

I was reading about John Cage today and his famous piece, 4’33”. As you may know, that is a composition conceived in 1952, meant for any instrument (or combination of instruments), and the score instructs the performer(s) to not play the instrument(s) during the entire duration of the piece, which is meant to consist of … Continue reading

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