Garden, Ashes

Death of the ego, birth of the mother

A reflection

Jun 18 • 

Teodora

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1

November 2024

A pit with heaven over it

The baby is remarkable.

Nov 23, 2024 • 

Teodora

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2

February 2024

Alive two-fold

Forty days ago, my son was born in a room overlooking two oak trees, the snow on the ground being stirred up in night’s wind coming off the lake.

Feb 23, 2024 • 

Teodora

9

1

December 2023

Even God has a mother.

Even God has a mother.

Dec 17, 2023 • 

Teodora

4

1

September 2023

Married to the immensity

The orchid in the canyon is the one for me

Sep 1, 2023 • 

Teodora

3

2

July 2023

Srebrenica Memorial Day

(večeras ćemo za njih voljeti)

Jul 11, 2023 • 

Teodora

3

1

May 2023

Every foreign land is a great sadness

On shitting out Yugoslavia - not as metaphor

May 27, 2023 • 

Teodora

5

1

April 2023

The pure products of Yugoslavia go crazy—

no one to drive the car

Apr 14, 2023 • 

Teodora

4

1

March 2023

Existentialism at the beach

Enjoying your fluky nanosecond of consciousness

Mar 24, 2023 • 

Teodora

6

February 2023

On the holy laws of balance and love

Cakes, graves, mothers

Feb 10, 2023 • 

Teodora

2

3

January 2023

The body remembers, but learns nothing

(Jer tijelo pamti, ali ne nauči ništa)

Jan 13, 2023 • 

Teodora

6

5

December 2022

Aching pleasure

Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips

Dec 20, 2022 • 

Teodora

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