Stygian

You have been carried for years on someone else’s lips (you sound good on paper) with your island descent and abyss ascent and all the spectres forever loyal. I have not met you but know your women and tangled tales (I know far too many details) of you the shy ghost who never shows. We never met but I would […]

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Sister Sarah

Our lives were full of bohemian friends with sketchbooks and cigarettes, orchestras, poetry, philosophy and science. A ton of leather cover books. We would get drunk on joie de vivre… and many a bottle of red wine. The more I learn about her mind and heart, the more I feel like Sarah Slean is a long lost sister I haven’t […]

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Isidora & Magdalena

I am currently writing a Gothic tale set somewhere in Eastern Europe, in a time before cars and electricity. My head has a handful of stories waiting in line for me to finish one so I can start the other. And even though they are waiting to be written, I can see them very clearly. The colours, the mood, the […]

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Hg

  Me, the ever restless twins Fast as wings in Hermes’ heels You, Apollo’s racing car Know what is a cinnabar. From chemistry to alchemy Astrology, astronomy An orbit of the highest Eccentricity Coulomb interaction Semi-neurotic reaction To bad grammar and bad spelling That we both find so repelling. You know the capital of Nepal Civilizations and their fall I […]

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Isidora & Big Brother

From time to time I discover a dead master and feel a sudden urge to bring them to our present. I would take Oscar Wilde out for dinner and invite Stephen Fry. I would show heavy metal music to Beethoven. I would offer Birthday Letters to Sylvia Plath, gift-wrapped with a red bow. Being almost at the end of Ninety […]

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old tales

Little Princess Little Princess, I declare There’s nothing finer than your hair Its perfect waves and perfect length And how it seems to give you strength Little Princess, how you stare!, Into mine eyes I cannot bare As if once lost and by me found Your tiny feet swept off the ground Little Princess, do you like The boldness in […]

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What Would Olivia Dunham Do?

Prior to writing this, I thought about the heroes I’ve had in the past and, apart from Disney’s Ariel, all the action characters that have inspired courage in my backbone and made me long for adventure were, I’m sorry to say, men. Until I met Olivia Dunham. I came across Fringe almost by accident and, at first, there was something […]

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#tweetyour16yearoldself

Next year you’ll discover magic. You’ll survive German classes even though you should have continued with French. For more reasons than one. The boy-you’re-desperately-in-love-with-but-doesn’t-know-you-exist-because-you’ve-only-met-twice-and-barely-spoke-to-each-other will fall desperately in love with you too someday. In the meantime, there will be other boys and your heart will break more often than you’d like. But you will learn. Not just about love or […]

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Isidora & empty chairs

Praise to Liu Xiaobo and all the Chinese who risk their freedom for human rights. It’s heartbreaking to hear Tiananmen Square protesters saying how, in order to protect their children, they will never be able to tell them what they did or that they lost an arm because they were beaten so badly by the police. No wall lasts forever, […]

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Isidora & Leslie Nielsen

Dr. Rumack: Can you fly this plane, and land it? Ted Striker: Surely you can’t be serious. Dr. Rumack: I am serious… and don’t call me Shirley. Dr. Rumack: You’d better tell the Captain we’ve got to land as soon as we can. This woman has to be gotten to a hospital. Elaine Dickinson: A hospital? What is it? Dr. […]

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Isidora & Pirates

They came first for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew. Then they came for me and by that time no […]

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Isidora & the colour purple

My mother loved the colour purple. It wasn’t just her favourite colour, it was one of her favourite things. She loved purple & the outdoors. The smell of the sea. Camping. Bike riding. Her biggest passion was the visual arts and crafts (for which she had no formal training), though she worked for an American multinational company all her life. […]

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Isidora & the scientist

There is nothing cooler than growing up with a geek dad. I had heard of Douglas Adams and Alan Moore before Hollywood got hold of them and had long chats over books and the universe next to a huge office poster of Batman. Of course, when you have someone constantly trying to get you to read certain authors, those are […]

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Isidora & The Boy Who Lived

In the longer-than-necessary The Order of the Phoenix, Harry asks Luna why are they the only ones who can see Thestrals, a species of skeleton-like winged horses that everyone else deems invisible. “They can only be seen by people who’ve seen death,” she replies. This little sentence sums up what I see as the special something of the entire series. […]

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Cosmology (pt. 1)

I. Light light said the Word was there not Spirit before Matter came, though they say the clay was molded first? Light life blew the Breath that condensed to make flesh from the breast of the Earth now the Mother of all birth. II. There is always a serpent hissing up your spine all the way up up to open […]

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