by Olga Brajnović | Jan 20, 2024 | our life, Poetry
There is no light in my glancenor silence in my intimacy.The hours screamfrom the silent clocksof infallible digitsthat enslave the daysand prolong the nightsof open eyes.And I can notunleash my ragebecause I’m surroundedof unwanted witnesses.The muffled howlin...
by Olga Brajnović | Feb 20, 2021 | challenges, fiction
Claire was so upset, she lost it. Somebody had gone to the CEO of his company with absurd accusations against her telling him she was some communist agitator after a meeting in which she had to speak out defending a coworker who was about to be fired because of budget...
by Olga Brajnović | Sep 2, 2020 | challenges, Journalism, Memories
When I was in the deepest stage of my depression, my doctor said that I needed to put a distance between my workplace and me. So I packed my belongings and took a flight to the US, crossing the Ocean. I began to work as a freelancer for a news agency in San Francisco,...
by Olga Brajnović | Jun 27, 2020 | challenges, Health, our life
I’m not on my best days. I seriously had considered titling this post, “Abolish me.” I feel useless. My projects have sunk during this pandemic. I wanted to write a book and had made a sort of outline. But when I tried to begin with my research to...
by Olga Brajnović | Apr 20, 2020 | challenges, our life
The view from my window I’m trapped at home like millions of citizens in the world because of the coronavirus. I’m not counting the days anymore. I have suffered a worsening of my depression. That is why I have been silent until today. I had no strength to...
