Category Archives: Visits from the Karagöz puppets

Hacivad Bey whispers on what is most important…

Posted on February 14, 2012 by lizcameron

Today started early with Hacivad Bey, who crept up onto the windowsill above us in what the French refer to as “crepuscule“ or that ephemeral fleeting neon-turkuaz blue only found at dawn and dusk. Leaning over the edge of the cream-colored … Continue reading →

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Of orchid roots and chilly fingertips by the Bosphorus

Posted on February 12, 2012 by lizcameron

It is late at night and the night owl spirit, egged on by Hacıyatmaz  (“hah-juh-yacht-mahz”), the incessant institagor of personal writing, is at it again.  He is rocking and rolling, back and forth, keeping me up way past my bedtime.  … Continue reading →

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Perihan Hanim speaks: On the limits of sharing

Posted on February 10, 2012 by lizcameron

Perihan Hanım, my fairy Godmother puppet paid an unusual visit to me tonight. You may recall meeting her, several months ago, in this post.  I found her on my shoulder, stroking my hair and watching over my shoulder as I … Continue reading →

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