Category: Literature
Zaskihi Warashi*
PerhapsI'm leaning too much into the wind,as if it were a carpetmeant to carry me over meadows. Perhaps you're right,and it's only my imaginationthat flickered that day at Ryōan-ji**,so long ago,when I thought a spirit…
By gebeleizis
Busy as a Bee
Work is keeping me busy. By work I mean REAL WORK. Not the charade of work that writers are often compelled to hide beneath. Struggling writers are often foxed into believing that they are not really writers. That…
The Black Butterfly
It camesurrounded by night.My mother was asleep,smiling sereneinside a lacquered box.And it was quiet,so quiet thatI wantedto screamforever.…
By gebeleizis
New Horizons
Words -printed,or filling a screen. Theyare onlybellsswayinghesitantlyin long callsthat shakethe clouds.…
By gebeleizis
The Ambling Autumn
It is almost Autumn. or as some would like to refer to, Fall. The air is crisper and the nights more mellowed. This is the festive season over here in India. However, I prefer to remain secluded with my books, writing…
Meaningful Encounters
Not all people struggle with meaning. Most of the most successful persons I met in real life or saw in interviews were not concerned at all with difficult deep questions such as the finitude of life or the purpose of…
By Cezar
Bursting Beakers
She would always surprise me as if to tell me “Just you wait and see!”I imagined her like molten metal still hot and malleable,still rebelling against that old time mold. One garment, or shoe, or anything new, bubbles…
By luke22
In memoriam Margareta Ursachi (1945 - 2022)
Dear Mother,I know you would have wanted me to go on after you are no more. I will do my best to continue my journey on Earth with my head held high until it is my turn to rest. I will write to you often and hope you…
By gebeleizis