Author
Branka Cubrilo
I am an author of 7 written novels and a collection of short stories.
I write short stories, poems and articles while I also work as radio producer/presenter at SBS, radio and tv Corporation in Sydney. I am a linguist working as an interpreter and translator.
After significant success of my novel "'The Mosaic of the Broken Soul" (2011) I have published another novel by the same publisher "Fiume - the Lost River" in July (2014).
In June 2016 a new collection of short stories "The Lonely Poet and Other Stories" was published, and in January 2017 a novel "Dethroned" will be published.
There is nothing good about war: there are no winners, it is neither humanitarian nor humane
Marie Lavender
Marie Lavender
Marie Lavender is an award-winning, best-selling author of 22 books including Second Chance Heart.…
From a Short Story to a Novel
Short Story to a Novel
Every short story could have been made a novel as well. I know that because I am a…
In Search of Inspiration: Is Tango the Answer?
Is Tango the Answer?
Is the Tango the answer for an author in search of Inspiration?Pirandello's six…
Nothing Was Real
I drank Modigliani that morning with my eyes, greedily
To the last drop of his brushes caught in the frame of my…
Tartaglia’s Bride
Tartaglia’s Bride
When Linda Purcell got married, present guests raised their glasses, raised their voices and…
The Reality of Writers Block
When writers find themselves in the unpleasant grip of writer’s block, the best thing is to keep on writing without…
How Do You Describe Your Female Characters?
Describe Your Female Characters
Female Characters: Robert Crais said: “When you feel the need to describe a…
I Want To Make Up With You
I Want To Make Up With You
Messages and Unicorns
Sweet thoughts
Raindrops like jewels
From lands where it…
My Crimson Pain
The essence and the depth of my love. Conditioned by the shine in your eyes
Night Side of Dark
Lincoln's incredible journey through war-torn Europe, trying to outsmart even the Fuhrer himself
Dark Nights of the Soul
Thomas Moore is an American writer of popular spiritual books including the NYT bestseller, Care of the Soul (1992)
Trapped in Frost
The challenge paved for us – A mountain doubtful to surpass (while snow is falling, falling, falling)
Milan Cubrilo’s Smile
If I set aside the strongest emotion, utter sadness, which set in determined to settle for many years to come, the…
Irina Dimitric
Irina Dimitric experienced WWII as a child, and a year after graduating from the University of Zagreb in 1961, left…
The Wicked Silence of Your Heart
Those are the words I never said. Chosen topics that nowhere led. The chain of events portrayed in a twisted way
Come and Lie to Me
Come and Lie to Me
Please, come over one of these days
But do come before the beast is unleashed!-->!-->…
Soul Matters
Soul Matters: My eyes were sore for the entire month, day in and day out. I looked intensively for eight hours…
The Book of the Moment Club
Book of the Moment Club
We are all well aware that there are pros and cons regarding social media, as in any…
Quality vs Quantity
Quality vs Quantity
The other morning we all witnessed that Angie had revamped her look: it looks savvy and…
Stephen Woodfin
I hope that I am always writing about larger issues like love, justice and fairness. When I write courtroom scenes…
Michael Arditti
Michael Arditti
Over the past thirty years, Michael Arditti has dedicated his life to the written word writing for…
Author’s Characters – I Carry my Theatre with Me
My characters are haunting me!Every time I finish a novel, I need time to let go of my characters. But does a…
Every Evil Has a Crack – For Light to Enter
Every evil has a crack: that in its blackness a ray of light can enter.
Writers in Exile
Exile means living away from home, while being explicitly refused permission to return.
Belles Lettres vs. Vampirism
Belles Lettres vs. Vampirism
Even before I take you down the stream of my thoughts and explore the title, I can…
Without ‘Please’
Three oranges,
Three candles: red, white and a black one,
The letter there, in the middle,
From Pablo of…
Santo Silenzio
I entered a church
To touch the peace for a moment
On the busy street of inner city of SydneyI looked at…
Unity in Society
I’ll start this story with – Facebook … and with me. It won’t be ‘me, me, me story’ but I’ve got to insert some of…
I Run!
I Run!
Oh, leave me,
Leave me,
Leave me alone:It’s sun, it’s sun, it’s sun -
It’s stormOh, it’s…
Bench, Lost and Found
While we are walking I’m thinking of a bench Where we can sit… Some other bench Where you can hold my hand Perhaps…
You Tell Me
You Tell Me
Tell me,
What are we going to do with our exchange
But faceless thoughts and promises in…
Video Interview: Branka Cubrilo
An interview with author Branka Cubrilo about her writings, her inspirations and aspirations, about life in general…
Dark Faun, My Lover
Give me back my darknessMy wingsGive me back the story you took awayUnfinished untold and censoredIt is raining…
Mother’s Death
When she had died I had forgotten everything: all I had ever reproached her, all what had ever made me mad with…
Per Althea
My world is a dark velvety oysterHiding me warmly, inwardly, introvertly…Hush!There is a pearl there…
Pia’s Poem
My memory’s fading. You tell me what’s real. My story began long before my remembrance. My remembrance was as long,…
Possible Punishment
Come over.
I will take out the best china,
The one you gave me as a present
Precisely twenty-five years ago…
Write Me a Letter
Write Me a Letter
Write me a letter.
The letter in which you could tell me
The things you haven’t told me for…
Doctor’s Daughter
Doctor's Daughter
She had the most unusual name; Hortensia. I mean, it was unusual for this part of the world.…
I am Just a Passenger
I am Just a Passenger
My face is an honest map of my
Grins and sorrows,
Of all my wins and losses,
My…
Diagnosis Cancer
Diagnosis Cancer
Cancer is a disease of the cells. It is a chronic, metabolic, systemic, nutritional deficiency,…
Simona
We were sitting at the table having breakfast. Father said:
“I have something to tell you…Simona’s pregnant…”…
Excerpt: The Mosaic of the Broken Soul
She called the lump in Her breast ‘a black pearl’, She called her Mother to nurse Her in the darkest hours, She…