Wednesday pondering – on diamonds

Some say that “diamonds are a girl’s best friends”. When you first hear that, it tends to sound very…material, shallow-meaning, But if you take a little time to think about it, you will understand that it’s actually a very true statement. Diamonds are not only a girl’s best friends, but often even mirrors. Quoting Wikipedia: … Continue reading

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words

it’s the bold ones, isn’t it? always the bold ones… but now there are days when words cling to my fingertips, sticking their claws beneath my nails, not wanting to let go their silent dimension and be born into the poorer, much louder space of my clay. in those days i can almost hear them … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on air

I was sitting outside earlier, enjoying a cold furious autumn wind that blew all along my yard – sign that somewhere a storm must have happened. And while I smelled its childish anger I couldn’t help thinking about its atoms visiting my lungs, divorcing there and oxygen remaining in while CO2 (and whatever else aside) … Continue reading

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Silica dreams

Today I crushed my hourglass. I crushed it barehanded, against the old wooden table, swallowing my cries of pain when the shards pierced my skin, teaching my blood the scent of daylight. I then took a handful of sand smelling like my past and sieved it slowly above a mirror, trying to see if the … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on life and death

12 years ago people died – and we commemorate them each year. The truth is we all die. Everything dies. It’s in nature’s course. It only matters HOW you die, and how you lived your life before that. We shouldn’t merely survive for a number of years; we should actually LIVE our lives. We should … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on greed

I don’t know how many of you (those who are not Romanians, I mean) have heard about the protests going on here, related to the government’s intention to allow a certain Canadian company to mine the gold and silver from the underground of a place called Rosia Montana. Briefly, the contract looks as if the … Continue reading

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september

my marrow smells like autumn – september sank deeply its teeth inside my bones injecting them, like a snake, with the yellow sap of awareness. i’m aware. aware that i’m old and that the forest will soon be flooded with colors replacing the green. isn’t it ironic that a forest is never more colorful than … Continue reading

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