“She sowed in my mind the idea that reality is not only what we see on the surface; it has a magical dimension as well and, if we so desire, it is legitimate to enhance […]
When We Were Free
We trod the cobbled courts around Karluv Most Played the fiddle in Piazza San Marco Gambled with rain in Gamla Stan Bought books in Berlin Awaited the spring in Amsterdam And then it stopped. In seven days […]
Happy People
Happy people don’t write poetry, they say Words and thoughts don’t burden their days © 2020 Erna Grcic
On a Cloudy Day
The sun appeared out of nowhere and cast its golden breathacross the furniture. It stroked the pillows,ruffled the plant’s rowdy leaves and upset the candle. I blinked a couple of timesand it was goneas if […]
The Sea
Close your eyes and listen to the sea As it crashes against the shore Rocking the bones of long-lost ships Grinding mighty rocksInto smithereens © 2020 Erna Grcic, Beneath the Surface Comment: This is the […]
Socially Distant
Tedium and isolation have arrived holding hands and pirouetting along the balcony railing on a rainy afternoon. © 2020 Erna Grcic
Sara Badawieh’s Beige and Blue: A Book Review
‘Today a monster has been born.’ This is not how typical romance books begin, and Sara Badawieh’s Beige and Blue is anything but a typical romance book. It is an intense, fast-paced, romantic thriller that […]
Beneath the Surface
I’m glad to announce that my long-awaited poetry collection Beneath the Surface is finally out and ready for pre-orders on Amazon! Having said that, let’s talk a bit about the collection itself. from ‘Stopping Time’ […]
The Everywoman: Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982
“I wanted to write about the everyday and common but nonetheless undeserved experience of women around me,” said Cho Nam-Joo in an interview for the New York Times, and this is exactly what one can […]
Vesna, the Goddess of Youth and Spring
‘Just look at those fools,’ Morana sighed, her dark eyes squinting at the cheering group of villagers gathered around a burbling brook. ‘I thought you’d get used to it by now, they burn you […]
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