” It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the… Read More →

I have outgrown my city. I have outgrown two cities already. Five years ago I could not imagine outgrowing another city but Reșița. Five years later and I feel like wearing a tight… Read More →

Faceless and burnt. No complaints, just admitting I might have been wrong all along. I do not cut or wash my hair. pictures taken late at night by Ion Sterpan and myself Listen… Read More →

”So I went to a protest Just to rub up against strangers And I did feel like coming But I also felt like crying.” I drink Coke and I sweat. I frown and… Read More →

One my way there I instantly imagined that those particular mean boys from fifth grade were there. It didn’t matter that I was 23 now, it didn’t matter that my father was next… Read More →

Reșița is the town I was born in. It happened to be a small town, it happened to be in Romania. I happened to be a loved child, I happened to have caring,… Read More →

Little girl on the street Only strangers, who to meet? Little girl near and far, Only walks without a car.   Only movies black and white, Only men, no boys in sight. Only… Read More →

this one is for you, mother. picture taken by dad Summer 1995, Black Sea

1. The David Bowie ” I never done good things I never done bad things I never did anything out of the blue.” 2. The Lelaina Pierce LELAINA PIERCE : I was really… Read More →

there is no last day of mourning. there are always so many deaths waiting in line. there are days when I wish I could say this is the last day of mourning. my… Read More →