Category Journal

New year, old thoughts

Happy New Year, everyone (one?)! 2013. It already looks like it’s going to be a very full and interesting year. I am working on the print edition of Spell of Blindness and hoping to make that available really soon (as…

Time

It is too hard to talk about what happened on Friday in Newtown, Connecticut. It’s too painful, too unbearable. It doesn’t seem real, and it will never make sense. It’s too much to bear. What we must talk about is…

Truth and Beauty, by Ann Patchett

Several years ago, in my first year of living in the US I picked up from the library a book that sounded promising: Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy. It was a magnificently written book on a fascinating topic:…

It’s all in the eyes

Visited New York city this weekend with the family. I’ve always been attracted to its spirit and energy. This time  however, I didn’t feel much of it. Maybe because it is so hard to distinguish the tourists from the actual New…

Blue-flower garden

A romantic heart’s dream. One that I had forgotten since Lyme ticks and itchy poison ivy frightened me away from my own garden. Somehow, it came to life all by itself. Plants I had grown from seeds, flowers bought years ago at…

Girl Mary, by Petru Popescu

girlmaryI found out about this book and got it through A Writer’s Edge, so thank you again, Georganna. It is a book with a religious theme and written by a Romanian writer, so my interest in it is twofold. I have, however, taken my own sweet time reading it. So, you can be warned: this is not a book that you will read in a day and a night, unable to put it down. It does need time to win you over, but it is worth it if you let it do so.

Simple Days, by Marlene A. Schiwy

simpledaysThis is my second Marlene Schiwy book and I loved it as much as I loved the first one. I got Simple Days, A Journal on What Really Matters from a book swap site and read it in Romania. Now it has remained over there, because my luggage was just to heavy and couldn’t take any of the books (I had bought a few Romanian poetry books which have also been left behind).

SPRING BY LUCIAN BLAGA

It smells like spring and looks like spring, and I am very happy. Yes, I’ll let the poet say it better. Here is my translation of Lucian Blaga’s “Spring.” To know. To love. Once more and then again same thing,…