Category: My writing affair

Embracing the creative life – part I

I’m 34, and I spent about 30 years sabotaging my (writing) life. For a very long time, I thought I wanted to live the same life of my parents. A stable job in one place, a house with a mortgage, a life partner, kids to perpetuate the generation. I wrote my first poem when I could barely grab a pen.…

5 benefits of writing poetry in a non-native language

Poetry goes beyond understanding. It’s beauty travelling a natural channel with an inducted experience – the poem – a composition where writers and readers’ responses are the sole determiners of its limits. Next time you write some verses try to park your first language in a dark corner and enjoy its grumpy looks – mine does it all the time.…

Poetry

Happens throughout the early hours’ darkness. When everyone else’s asleep, drunk or making love, I crave a sacred silence. I don’t look for something to write. I don’t think about the last sunrise on the beach. All I have to do is surrender and flow. It’s a courtship with my solitude – sometimes it plays a bit hard to get.…