What narrative do you want to convey about yourself this year?
How would you describe what you want to be if you had a blank piece of paper in front of you?
Do not forget:
Hope is the sixth season. Love is the fifth.
Tsuchiya Koitsu – Winter
“Seas move away, why not lovers? The harbours of Ephesus, the rivers of Heraclitus disappear and are replaced by estuaries of silt. The wife of Candaules becomes the wife of Gyges. Libraries burn.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
Michael Ondaatje’s words are plain wizardry about visible wars and the invisible, the ones we battle everyday with us, shadows, dust and smoke. Nobody has molded love and life in such astounding stories.
He was born on the 12th of September, 79 years ago, in Sri Lanka.
Art by Vincent van Gogh.
“Tenderness is the currency of love”
I believe that above everything there hovers a Nebula of love.
And randomly, one builds a stairway to the nebula and starts throwing buckets of love to you.
Because it is sweet and warm, you confuse it with wild rain drops in midsummer or huge snowflakes or just candy floss.
Whenever I feel the beautiful rain and the snowflakes thawing fire on my cheek, I’ll know you’re there in the nebula, dumping buckets full of love in my head…
Featured on Medium/ the Blue Insights publication.
https://medium.com/blueinsight/love-nebula-2c4097008761
Art – Haruyo Morita, Love Letter. Source: Facebook
“The world is hard and cruel. We are here none knows why, and we go none knows whither. We must be very humble. We must see the beauty of quietness. We must go through life so inconspicuously that Fate does not notice us. And let us seek the love of simple, ignorant people. Their ignorance is better than all our knowledge. Let us be silent, content in our little corner, meek and gentle like them. That is the wisdom of life.”
– W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence, 1919
Art – Paul Gauguin, Coastal Landscape from Martinique
Politics is the road less travelled by women. I do believe we must be guided on this road because each of us has a story to tell. The story of the small celestial world we bear on our frail shoulders like so many miniature Atlases. We must be aided to make it bigger.
I have taken the road less travelled by being empowered to speak, to use my word-work in praise of our dreams, hopes, and determination to transcend our tiny realities into a macrocosm that breathes along with our heartbeats. I am already part of an international community that empowers women to have a voice.
I have named all these acts of empowerment: “Workwomanship”.
These words granted me attendance to a “Women in Politics” Workshop. Politics is not really my thing but I have a flair for humane communication and always crave learning new things.
Please check my “Workwomanship” board on Pinterest –https://ro.pinterest.com/halatz/workwomanship/
Art by Daniel F. Gerhartz.
Medium/Literary Impulse also featured this piece: https://medium.com/…/the-road-less-travelled-6e332d14d09e
Numberless thoughts
Numbers are gold
They measure the silence
of centuries
and never pin down
to feeling.
Put Love in a number
It would be 0, 1 or 10.
Put Hate in a number
It would be seven.
Numbers follow
the horizon
and leave us alone
with even, naught and odd.
Numbers are perfect
They order the chaos of galaxies
and split away fear.
© Iulia Halatz
Coauthor of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.
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Art – Remedios Varo Uranga. Source: Facebook
Featured at Medium/ Blue Insights.
Moon falls down on pink magnolias.
This is written in response to THE LITERARY IMPULSE CHALLENGE.
https://medium.com/literary-impulse/uncommon-fiction-forms-1798cfe4e4fe
© Iulia Halatz
From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.
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Art – Guram Khetsuriani, Georgian contemporary artist. Source: Facebook
Like morning haze
clinging to sycamores
So is my love
Captive in the cave
of swimmers dancing
in the flicker of fires
Casting shadows
of things
that could be…
© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.
Also featured at Blue Insights, a Medium publication.
Art – John Singer Sargent. Source: Pinterest
Labyrinth is called
The love
outstretching and unending
like the gusts
of fadeless despair…
Against the mild dews
in pure mornings.
Tomorrows spread
and dawn always
Whilst the scent of your
Love is immortal.
Love is not love
if created in a feeling
of today.
© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.
Thank you for reading!
Also featured at Blue Insights, a Medium publication.
Art – Joaquim Mir — The Labyrinth. Source: Fineartamerica.com
I have shared
land and sky
with you.
I have tasted
blood and honey.
My witch-oil turned
to dragon-fire
at your touch…
……………………………………………………………………….
It feels like getting drunk
on old reddish wine
long softened
during times of
War
Equanimity
and
Comets.
What shall I pour in your glass?
Molten flowers
Golden ink
Lucid light
Unicorn mirth…
………………………………………………………………………..
I fear any story
whose ink
my words
can’t drink…
Yet I drip in yours
ever since.
When your arms call
and your lips
read all my feral kisses
How can there be no heaven?
© Iulia Halatz
Published in the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective
Also featured at Poetry’s home, a Medium publication.
Art – Edward Henry Potthast. Source: Facebook
