Showing posts from January, 2011

Small Stones

To make up for my long-ish absence, here are some small stones from the past few days:

1. My makeup palette smells exactly the same as a set of watercolours I had as a child.

2. I tried to make the same soup. I failed. I tried again. I failed again. Some things only happen once.

3. Five seconds of sunshine. Rain. Five seconds of sunshine.

4. The man I always see training tells me he has cholesterol. He asks me if I'm okay, before getting into the lift. Another man takes his energetic puppy for a walk. Youth and old age.

5. I am waiting for a phone call. But is that really what I'm waiting for?


There was a heart in my coffee cup.

Walk in the Dark

Last night's walk and my keys clinking. I could smell the lemon crushed by a passing car on the street. Too dark to be out alone. "What if someone is following me?"
And then, later in the night, the dream: I was taking my finals at University. I hadn't studied. I was looking at the paper, and the paper was looking at me. I have been in this dream several times in my life. It follows me.


Two bouquets of flowers.
The president, his wife.
My headache.


How dark can a word be? If I look at a word long enough, will it change colour? I am sitting next to a lampshade, and it is not on. These are some thoughts that make no sense. I am feeling non-sensical. I noticed it as soon as I woke up this morning.


I am frustrated. I have had problems with Microsoft Word before, but now it seems I can't even open or use documents. Damn!
(Well, that's my excuse for being away from blogging and river stones for about a week).
Maybe I should get some of those lovely notebooks and start writing, with a pen or pencil. The good old-fashioned way.


The woman phoned me to cancel the appointment. "An emergency," she said, "with the ca-"

There was some background noise and I couldn't hear the ending. There was no emotion in her voice, but I didn't have the heart to ask: "Do you mean your car or your cat?"

I've been thinking about it, on and off, all afternoon. One letter makes a big difference.


Today is a Saturday, but looks more like a Sunday.

Church Bells

You wouldn't hear the church bells every Sunday, if you moved.

Orange Spider

An orange spider spotted this morning on a white tile in the kitchen. A tiny, orange spider! I swear, it was orange. Are baby spiders orange until they turn dull and grey?

A Place Where You Felt You Really Belonged…?

Martiros Sarian: "Ashtarak, overcast day", 1954. Oil on canvas.

Do I really belong anywhere?
Have I ever felt as if I belong somewhere?
And why am I writing a blog post about it?
The ever innovative and creative Dorothee Lang, with whom I collaborated last year on my first micro-novel The Republic of Love, has come up with this “Blog Carnival” idea and has asked if I’d like to take part.
The idea of "> Language > Place" is to create a virtual journey through different places, in different formats, using different languages. The main language is English, yet the idea is that every post also includes snippets or terms of other languages, and refers to a specific place, country, region or city.
I am a Cypriot of Armenian descent, and I write mostly in English. So I’m a bit of a “carnivalesque” case myself – meaning that people probably don’t understand who or what I am,…

Sharp Pencil

Sharp pencil. Never been used. I love my keyboard.

Her Palm

Of course the lines on her palm are getting deeper. She shakes her own hands, and feels for the signs. A man once told her she had a short life, but of course it was a lie. He just wanted to touch her palm.

1st Stones of 2011

Written on a weekend away.

Not sure if they read more like titles or notes (which they were), but I wanted to leave them "pure" because the images are still very clear in my mind.

1. Ballerina in the water.
2. Solitary seagull in the sky.
3. Man running along the coast (of an island).
4. Graphic art type clouds.
5. Sparrows eating leftover peanuts.