Nabokov’s Letters to Vera

Vera, was the wife of one of my favorite writers to ever exist; Vladimir Nabokov. She was also his editor, assistant and secretary, as well as a source of inspiration of many of his literary works. With Vera by his side supporting his work, Nabokov published 18 novels between 1926 and 1974 (both in Russian... Continue Reading →

A lover, a Healer, and Such Things

Alone, in her far off home of greens and hues of red and purple flowers, she would reminisce about her life and ask herself how much her heart loved people, and if it was ever worth it to feel anything otherwise. She believed in death and rebirth many times in one lifetime; she would look... Continue Reading →

Passionate People

I'm interested in sunsets and road trips and people who don't settle for the ordinary and those who believe in myths and magic I'm interested in the ocean not the shore and late-night phone calls discussing life and death and everything in between I'm interested in conversations that discuss the characters in books in such a... Continue Reading →

Countdown

He's in his grave it's Peaceful and silent It's not as scary as theyTold him it would beHe's 77 and he Wonders if her soul is what's making the starsshine as he sheds his tearsHe's 60 and he's Right there beside herGazing into her beautiful Face which seems unmovedBy time to him, she wakes up... Continue Reading →

“If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.”   -Rumi

A Letter From an Illusionist

I can make your heart stop for few seconds, or love in your heart that compels you to stare in awe at anything your eyes look at. I once made a girl disappear while everyone was watching and her mother cried out "bring back my daughter!" While I tried to hide my grin not to... Continue Reading →

Your lost Joseph will return to Canaan, do not grieve This house of sorrows will become a garden, do not grieve Oh grieving heart, you will mend, do not despair This frenzied mind will return to calm, do not grieve When the spring of life sets again in the meadows A crown of flowers you... Continue Reading →

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