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 | Nov 24, 2015 | our life
I’m awfully sad. My greatest love has been grossly publicly insulted and vexed. At the beginning I couldn’t believe what was happening. But it was true. And now I don’t know what to do to console him. Stand by him more than ever. He already has forgiven the...
by Olga Brajnović | Dec 4, 2014 | daily prompt
If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology? The first thing that came to my mind was my mom’s wheelchair. In fact it’s great, I don’t know what we...
by Olga Brajnović | Oct 13, 2014 | daily prompt
Good news — another hour has just been added to every 24-hour day (don’t ask us how. We have powers). How do you use those extra sixty minutes? What would I do with more time at my disposition? Probably the same I’m doing now but more calmly. I spend most of my...
by Olga Brajnović | Jun 1, 2013 | Uncategorized
It was a treasure my father kept with a lot of care. Always at hand, always safe. A box. A simple little brown sealed box looking very old and cheap. But inside it was the worthiest treasure we have at home. Soil. Soil from our homeland. Dad didn’t talk too much...
