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Today I'm going to let you into a little secret: where to find another of Slovenia's hidden wild beaches. Debeli Rtič or 'Fat Cape' is a secluded spot close to the border with Muggia in Italy. It compares nicely with Moonlight Bay, Strunjan, as only locals tend to visit. It's not a very long beach,... Continue Reading →
I dreamt of you last night, and I was glad of that, because I haven't seen you in a long time. It's already past five years. There I was, wrapped up in my own little world with all of its perceived problems, and there you were, sat at a cash register, frantically working away while... Continue Reading →
It was way back in October of last year when we last left Slovenia to visit Lake Garda. I was thrilled to learn last weekend that the Italian border with Slovenia was back open, and that we were permitted to travel up to 60 km into the country. This made the historic city of Trieste... Continue Reading →
This is not the kind of article I normally write. But I feel that right now there are some things which need to be said. We live in a dangerously divided world. If we question authority, we are labelled 'conspiracy theorists' by the very people we had hoped might support us. People who claim to... Continue Reading →
I thought I'd try something a little different today. This week, I have been struggling with PMDD, so I have been spending a lot of time practising meditation. I listen to a lot of guided meditations online, but I've never found one which uses poetry as its basis. I think this is a shame, because... Continue Reading →
As the magnetic resonance flashes up an imageof zeros and onesconverted to an imageon a computer screenso I can seethe chambers of my brainI ask now ‘Am I only... Continue reading at MasticadoresUSA. I have been writing a lot about life and death recently. Perhaps it is because of the pandemic, which has brought this topic... Continue Reading →
So quiet and desolatethere the forest stands,like a disarmed soldier staresbeyond, with empty hands. No longer does it roar nor shrinkbeneath the distant sun -as in a waking dream of kingsbeneath the mountain, Krn. Alas, by wind, by waterall my joy has fled…as barren as nature’s evening mistby twilight silence fed. As there within the... Continue Reading →
I write my heart out down the page in big, bold letters: HereEverAfterReadTruth I also write my truth. What is my truth? ToReceive Understanding Travel Here Travel where? To the: Compass-defyingEternalNeverlandTidalReciprocalEden If I’d used American English, this would have read ‘Eden Reciprocal.’ Perhaps it would have sounded better. Still, it’s the same place: the centre of a black... Continue Reading →
The labyrinth of life. There's no ball of string for it, is there? And it seems to be full of Minotaurs. At some point in early childhood, you become aware that one day you are going to die, and you might well ask: 'What the hell does it all mean then?' I remember wondering if... Continue Reading →
When we climbed Slavnik at Easter, most of the flowers were not yet ready to bloom, as it was still rather cold at the summit. I knew we would have to return at the height of spring, when the hills would be alive in floral colour. We made the climb today, and were not disappointed!... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 