by Nanda Milbreta | Sep 11, 2023 | Dreams, The Land of the Flying Sharks
I want to tell you a tale of the Land of the Flying Sharks In this magical land there is an old tree that reaches into the sky The one that stands at the foot of this tree feels tiny and small like a louse If they would carefully look through the branches they could... 
by Nanda Milbreta | Sep 10, 2023 | Essays, Grief, Thoughts
My father’s passing is my first close loss that I got to experience. And I feel strange about it. It is as if I should be feeling differently about it than I actually am. For the first time after losing someone, I catch myself thinking about the meaninglessness of... 
by Nanda Milbreta | Sep 10, 2023 | Kommunalka Child, Projects
Nine months after she was conceived as a way to contribute to population growth, just like every other Soviet kid, Kommunalka Child was harvested from a cabbage patch. She was brought up in a bilingual family in a communal apartment in Riga. As she was searching for a... 
by Nanda Milbreta | Sep 10, 2023 | Essays, Thoughts
I had just ran up the stairs of the train station, chasing the rushing steps of my mother. Her long skirt was loosely playing in the wind. We stepped into the front door of the first wagon of a stuffed train that was about to depart. My mother walked inside, and I... 
by Nanda Milbreta | Sep 10, 2023 | Poetic Stories, Thoughts
Butterfly There’s a dainty butterfly trapped inside me spreading wings gracefully attempting to fly But these wings have edges so sharp as the blades they slice my guts into tiny pieces There’s a tender butterfly trapped inside me Its dreary dance makes me bleed and...