A couple of nights ago, a 48 year old female character came to me on my night walk and demanded i write her story. I have two manuscripts I’m working on, both are about half-way (30,000 and 35,000 words), but when something completely new pops up in my mind, i cannot ignore it. So I’ve… Read More New Writing (experimental) I’ll be 50 in two years (tentative title)
I open my eyes. The room is flooded with white light. Must be late morning. I want to sleep more, but my bladder is on the verge of exploding. I walk to the bathroom barefooted and sit on the toilet. It seems as if I’m peeing a river. I don’t wash my hands after I… Read More Fat like a tent
I walk into a building, followed by two men in their forties. The three of us are standing, waiting for the elevator. One of the men is talking on the phone, not paying any attention to me. The other one: staring at me in a creepy way, not taking his eyes off my body. I… Read More To be a woman in the public sphere.
I am honored and humbled to have Frammenti di Haifa, the Italian translation of my novel, Haifa Fragments, recieve the second place in the Premio Letterario Citta di Siena literary award. The ceremony was held at the Università per Stranieri di Siena on 25 May, 2018. I would like to thank the judges for their choice… Read More Frammenti di Haifa receives second place in the Premio Letterario Citta di Siena literary award
I am excited to have my short story, The Unspeakable Act, published by FemAsia Magazine. The Unspeakable Act is a story about sexual assault. I deal with this issue in my fiction, poetry, as well as in non-fiction pieces. Because if we want to create change, we need to talk about sexual violence, and create… Read More The Unspeakable Act – short story on sexual assault
On the experience of growing up as a girl, when the body begins to change. I relate to this so much. Will be writing a short piece about this, and am interested in hearing similar or different experiences. Any women who relate to this? Your thoughts? How did you feel when your body started to… Read More The act of getting smaller while growing up as a girl
walking through the hell of memory I won’t be tied down by – memory of your ugly acts. My body won’t be wrecked just because you – desecrated it violated it damaged it. All these wounds of mine – they are mine to claim. I will make beautiful art with them. … Read More walking through the hell of memory
