Iva is me

This is going to be a weak one. I had a great idea, but it just didn’t turn out the way I wanted to. I like p..ms where you can pin-point details precise by, like, centimetres and milimetres, but I don’t think this is strong enough. It’s supposed to be a nightmare version of what [...]

This one is a Wrong Star p..m. Since the series, to my happiness and a huge surprise, already has a number of fans, some of whom have their own conceptual series of p..ms, too; I felt the need to point this out.
I’m all over the marmalade-tomorrow-marmalade-yesterday, White Flag video from Dido, Great Expectations, getting what [...]

Before I sat down to release this to public (whatever my public is), two people read it. One of them said that it would be interesting if it was music, the other said that it could get away as a children’s song. I don’t know if I would go that far, given the common assumption [...]

This one is a rewrite of a p..m that I wrote in August 2006 and originally titled Leaves. The narrator here isn’t necessarily a living being, he/she/it could be something abstract. The imagery is a bit tasteless at some points, but I actually have one p..m with worse imagery, from the same year. OK, two. [...]

Oh look, here comes a weaker joint. It’s not in the Wrong Star series and there’s actually something brilliant about it: it’s not about what it’s about! It doesn’t touch its own matter. It’s like rain about to fall that never falls. It’s full of historical references, too…but seriously, it does not advertise anything. It’s [...]

I sat down at the break of dawn, hoping to write a p..m where there’s at least one ferris wheel…if not two: one that never spun and one that’s constantly spinning. Instead of that, I suddenly thought of two dates bearing the same number – the date that inevitably happened and the date that didn’t [...]

Every now and then, I’m weeping that one of my closest friends became so absorbed in both web 1.0 culture and pop culture that she forgot about me completely (as I assume I was occupying the last remainings of free space that I no longer occupy). I’m wondering why a person ten years younger than [...]

Fresh out of the Wrong Star bakery, here are Snowcookies – a hermetic, claustophibic, panic look into a…rounded shape. It could be the exact “stage” that’s one of the places where all these p..ms take place, it could be only the central part of that stage in its future shape, it could be one’s heart, [...]

I started writing this one on 13th July 2009 and it didn’t sound good. Going through my p..m abortions (I have more of those than an idiot woman would of real babies), I found it and suddenly, I had the energy to finish it.
Is it a Wrong Star p..m? I never had that on my [...]

When I calm down after having done something that was somewhat destructive (such as breaking that kitchen item I broke), I always think of what my friend Rebecca (who’s already awesome enough for not wanting to be Becca, Becky or something, mind you) said – that things can change in a second.
This one is doing [...]