Category Archives: Creative writing

Live in the “Not Knowing”

I started writing about my failures. I have created my own mythology.
Passion for everything I do is a unicorn.
Fear of being rejected is an olyphant.
Impossible dreams echo in my ears as siren songs.
Fear of not being able to make my humane appeal understood is a saber-toothed cat which tears at my flesh with clawed words.

This is the bestiary of entrapment in the world of “Not Knowing”.

Imagination doesn’t deal writing with an even hand. Your words must be true and woven on the steps others have built for you. It is unifying and putting things together. If I am not mistaken, this is Steve Jobs definition of creativity: “Creativity is just connecting things.”

“You have to learn to live in the ‘not knowing’ ” or in Equilibrium. This way you will fear less and become fearless.
– Iulia Halatz

Art by Waldemar Kazak

Borders

“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.”
Tove Jansson, Moominvalley in November

Egon Schiele

What Silent Film Taught Me About Storytelling at Lithub.com

By Dominic Smith

“Silent films began to teach me how to listen to my characters and their world in a whole new way as a writer. And they reminded me of narrative lessons that I thought I’d already mastered.”

View the full article at Lithub.com.

The Electric Hotel by Dominic Smith is out now via Farrar, Straus & Giroux.

Requiem at Medium.com

Requiem
for Love Forbidden, left behind

By Zarina Dara (psiloveyou.xyz/@zarinabraybrooke)

This town, this town has strewn my heart —
its ragged fragments smeared across
the melting tar and asphalt
scorched by February’s sun.

Read the full poem at Medium.com.

Marc Chagall: Lovers With Half Moon

Zarina Dara 🥀💃🏻
sneaking poetry into the corners of the day, and telling stories to myself in grasp of sanity.

The Voice of Time at Medium.com

The Voice of Time
Our mortality and vulnerability have caught up with us.

Written by Doug Vidlas.

When we press a seashell to our ears, we hear the wise ancient voices, plus sounds of a restless sea and the creatures dwelling there within.
These were implanted there long ago, before man began to interfere.

View the full article at Medium.com/Resistance Poetry.


Photo by Gregory Culmer on Unsplash.

Doug Vidlas
Word slinger and sometimes poet. Ex stand-up. Polyglot. Technologist. Non-conformist who experiments a lot.

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If I Cut A Word In Two at Medium.com

If I Cut A Word In Two at Medium.com
by Iulia Halatz

….
I wouldn’t have lusted
for your shiny dark eyes
like the sea
lit by two moons…

We could wake up
to what we were…

You
breathing the air of
another planet…
basking in an estranged sun…
When winds
herald the evening
the stirs are in the
dunes
and the communal
place of storms.

I
braved a lackless sea
for naught
My kisses tell you
of another small
and drifting planet
where water
falls from the sky
and blows away
the ink of dusky clouds.

The sands tug
at my feet
and quarrel like ghosts
dervishing
blindly in the whirlwinds….

There is a hole
in the world
where you stood
brazenly stealing
the burnishing silver
of two Moons.

Yet you continue
to hurtle constellations at me.
You fumbled for Orion
and you stumbled
as I inhabit
my spell-forged star
to enhance
blandly
the clear lights of greener planets.

Oh, how I miss my autumn roses!
They carry the pungent smell
of sea and decay
to your world of
liquid sands
and honey torpors.

My finitude and fragility
are yours
The heart you melted
drips down with
dews of late
that put the sands
forever in my soul.

I have a sieve
that sifts
grains from dusts.
They heat and burn
my skin
like thousand cerulean touches
that freed me
from the toils
of lingering moons.

I will love you
for a hundred years of Blue
and for the handsomest years
of Grey and sand Yellow
that will follow.

Art — Caroline Trentini by Sofia Sanchez and Mauro Mongiello

Iulia Halatz: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.

The Moon – Iulia Halatz at Spillwords

The Moon
written by: Iulia Halatz at Spillwords

“I’ll be looking at the moon,
but I’ll be seeing you.”
– Michael Ondaatje

In the evening
with my fingers
I spin yarns
For your sweet bedlams…

View the full poem at Spillwords.com.

Iulia Halatz
“Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.