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seven/nine lives

Here's a toast to the living on the blonde side. Documenting the mild narcissism and nighttime wisdom of a little wise guy living on nine lives. Selected essays and fiction. 

Timea is a fiction writer, critic, and social researcher. She completed her doctorate in Social Policy at the University of Oxford in 2021. She currently resides in Belgrade, Serbia.

Birds (1991)

Birds (1991)

Timea Suli

Last night I dreamt a baby bird. Walking out of my house and onto the garden path, nestled by the fence was a dead mother bird. Her wings were thick and dark. I picked the still-warm body up and underneath her found a small, wriggling egg. It was robin egg blue, perfectly oval. It cracked, in white veins, and suddenly opened up.

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Many years ago, I had a reoccurring dream: inside my sleeping headspace, a small yellow chick sat atop a golden egg. Like a wise and sage-like guru, it twittered bits of wisdom. Sometimes I would visit the chick atop the golden egg and ask it questions. It would always answer in brief verisimilitudes. The little thing was honest and smart. 

I have tried to be honest and smart too. 

Swimming Lessons

Swimming Lessons
The Greatest Revenge is Art

The Greatest Revenge is Art