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As if you were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin...

Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. 74 more words

Nature

Red Girl on the Steppes - Chapter 2

Growing up behind the iron curtain – a serialised story of childhood

There were not many Latvians who lived in Kazakhstan. It didn’t really matter because we were all the Soviet Union, and the Kazakhs were used to gulags on their territory, and sudden influxes of removed people from other parts of the country. 41 more words

Thoughts. Memories. Impressions

Red Girl on the Steppes - Chapter 1

Growing up behind the iron curtain – a serialised story of childhood

If I bumped into you by accident on a busy street, it might well be because still after all of these years I have a habit of looking around me in amazement while I am in my stride. 24 more words

Thoughts. Memories. Impressions

Carpe Diem Haiku *''Kabir the Indian poet-saint'' by Kuheli*

Kuheli has introduced us to the poet-saint Kabir – a prominent literary master of the Indian tradition and shared with us a song of Kabir saab translated by Rabindranath Tagore in 1915 for SONGS OF KABÎR. 119 more words

Haiku

Short and Simple - LĪGO!

For the past 8 years for different reasons I am spending my summers away from home – in Bulgaria. It is a beautiful country with as beautiful people but there still is one particular date when I feel the sweet sting of longing for home inside me…somewhere in the region where heart is (or is supposed to be). 127 more words

Nature

Friday Fictioneers: 100-Words Story Challenge *A Touch Of Mystery*

My fear of dentists, cemented deep down inside during the years of the Soviet childhood, slowly started to disappear with each new visit to his practice. 79 more words

Thoughts. Memories. Impressions

Earth Laughs In Flowers

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
Theodore Roethke

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. 133 more words

Nature