“I am … I am … I am, and I sooo am!” The man kept talking, and talking, filling the air with his junk diatribe until the oxygen felt nauseous, actually, the entire sky looked so pale that I felt responsible for envisioning a less painful escape. “Do you know who I am?”, I checked … Mai mult The Wasn’t One

The room was full of women. Vexed women. And they were all talking as one. -We need to do something. -Yeah, we need to do something! -Are we going to do everything, like always? -We are. The next day, Ruth got in touch with her former college colleague Jane, a bridge engineer. Village’s old bridge … Mai mult Somewhere

Să fii bun, să fii bun, să fii bun. Mereu îi spuneam să-și scoată prefabricatele din buzunare. Bea, fuma, stâlcea cuvintele. Măcar fii bun. Nu auzi? Eu nu înjur. Nu mă bat cu pumnul în piept. Atât știu. Taci. Taci. Mă doare capul. Nu-l durea nici în cot. Fii bun, nemernicule. Umbla cu tot felul … Mai mult Fii bun

Bătu-te-ar ploaia fată fără soartă, florile albe plâng boboci la poartă, de anul nou atârnă ultimul dinte de nisip, ce primăvară-și smulge surâsul de pe chip? Ochii verzi scot la vânzare gene de ochi verzi, de urme pe zăpadă să taci și să nu crezi, pe pene să nu calci și să respiri ușor, de … Mai mult Apă de pus pe rană

I miss the time when shops were careful and proud of their appearance. A time when the girls were wearing beautiful ball gowns and they would have felt ashamed to put on just a bra, pants, and a handful of sequins. Shops’ window dressing and my grandma’s stories were part of my happy world. By … Mai mult More Than a Ball Gown

         WOULD I SCHOPENHAUER YOUR PRIDE AND PREJUDICE?                                  Mini Radio Script by Liliana Widocks SCENE 1                   INT: A RADIO STATION, THE EVENING SHOW                                   6.00 PM, A THURSDAY BECAUSE ON FRIDAY EVERYBODY RECONCILES AT THE PUB FX: THE FIRST FEW LINES FROM F.R. DAVID’S SONG “WORDS” A MAN IN HIS FIFTY’S HIS SON BOBBY, … Mai mult WOULD I SCHOPENHAUER YOUR PRIDE AND PREJUDICE?

The old man was moving slowly, each step well thought about. The evening was still young, maybe a bit afraid that the night will rush in wearing her silky peignoir and a shawl of dreams wrapped around her shoulders. The little girl was following in his footsteps. She was tall for her 8 years, but … Mai mult Written in Her Eyes

She was wearing unthinkable amounts of truth: truth on her dress, truth on her scarf, truth on her white striped shoes. He couldn’t spell. So miserable he felt, he tried to preach the word, asking the letters to wait and forgive before committing to her signature. She was wearing the truth with such easiness that … Mai mult Libretto

They called it Corona, but there was no king willing to defend the people, so it ended up being assimilated to a new kind of academic title – ’Laureate Earth Citizen’. People uncaringly polluted the air, left dirty trails on Ocean’s best carpets, and repeatedly poisoned the soil, hence the title was well deserved. A … Mai mult Grandma’s Science

Her clothes were torn apart. Her face and her hands were scratched, bruised, and painted with blood. She was dragging her handbag like a stuffed dog on a leash. Her tears dried dirty and her voice was coming back from death, harsh, inflicting pain in her own thoughts. Nobody ran to help her. Nobody offered … Mai mult What Do You Do When You’re Alive Matters