My poem “The Go Away Gnome” published by Spillwords Press

The go away gnome, by Andrada Costoiu

He was alone,
Lost among garden lamps
Scissors and plastic plants.

All of his friends were gone,
Left for new homes, they all had signs of
“Welcome” or “Garden maintained by gnomes”
or other peculiar signs that made them special.

His sign was “Go away”.
He understood that nobody liked him,
Because they were either making fun of his sign,
Or of his eyebrows that his maker has drawn too high.

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Wishing On Dandelions

by Andrada Costoiu

Dark! Dark!
Do you feel that?
It’s my hand pulling you forward,
Through the dark tunnel of a lost cause,
Where time of your life was already spent.
“Come on! You can do it!”
Do you hear that?
It’s the voice of faith,
Your voice that merges with others,
Me, you, walking the tunnel.
You’re dragging your feet…..
Does it ever end?

Tough! Isn’t it?
Life is tough.
You feel in the holes, you jumped into some,
You crawled through mud chasing your dreams.

Are you tired?
Has your mind and body gave in,
In your organized preparation,
To become who you really want to be?

“Where are we going?” you ask the others,
Walking, crawling through the tunnel,
Next to you.
“We are walking out, keep going!”


And one by one, people come out,
Returning to sunshine and a sky with no clouds,
Returning to the innocence of roaming through the fields, 
To the dandelions,
Waiting to make all dreams and desires come true.
And so they pick another dandelion, 
Wishing in their hearts, and believing that their wish will come true.

Note: Life is a journey, and there are many dark tunnels. It is tough, but I believe that the beauty of the human spirit lies in our hopes and dreams. Keep listening to the whispers of your hopes, keep chasing your dreams, no darkness lasts forever. 

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Modes of Minorities’ Integration: Explaining Historical, Economic and Political Factors

By Andrada Costoiu

Abstract. There are a great number of states in which different ethnic minorities coexist, each of them having their own culture, language and history. In some of these states, the ethnic minorities have been subjected to marginalization and acculturation, in other states the minority groups were recognized as being distinct parts of the nation and were granted equal rights of participation in the public arena. This paper attempts to explain why states opt for such different ways of integrating their minorities. It first develops a typology of minorities’ integration and than, by using the example of two nation-states that fit into each type of integration model it discusses the historical, political and economical factorsthat could explain each pattern of minorities’ integration.

You can read the entire article in the Journal of Identity and Migration Studies, Volume 2, number 2, 2008. Click here to access the PDF

Good for you

by Andrada Costoiu

Good for you,
All of you that have lived beautiful love stories,
Have broken your heart and then got up,
Wiped your tears and carried on, 
Towards another day, and another story.

Good for you,
All that face sickness,
As we all think that disease is never part of us,
Until it is,
Good for you for conquering the fears that are whirling in your head,
Good for you for choosing and fighting to be a survivor,
You are our teachers,
Because you have an extraordinary capacity to rebound and survive,
And you can show us how to stand up when life puts us down.

Good for you,
All of you that have dreams, and have broken your wings chasing them,
Only to get up,
And fly higher than before.

Good for you,
All of you that have lost yourselves, 
Had fallen, cried, and then got up,
And walked with your head up high, not hiding your permanent scars.
None of us has an innate toughness, but you have built your own,
Re-framed your life after a deep upset, 
And now you teach us resilience and strength. 

Good for you, all young and old,
Damaged and hopeful,
That have been through the hoops of life.

There is no grand script for life,
And each has his own,
We are all worthy and free,
To spin our versions of our stories.

Good for us,
Humanity has lasting worth and meaning,
Make your story count,
And don’t forget that after a tear, and a hurt,
You will always be stronger.

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You just know

by Andrada Costoiu

My bedroom window always sheds light into life.
Primitive emotion, up there on a branch,
“Jaaay” ,””Jaayyy”,
Two beautiful blue jays, nesting.

“They mate for life,” you say, yawning,
I lay my head against your chest and breathe.
There are some things in life that cannot be explained, just felt,
And this is one of them,
You and me.

Desire and its horse-powered engine started loud,
I was drunk, but you were a sober driver,
Or maybe you too, blindly, steered us here,
Where love simply exists.

We each carry multiple us inside,
But curtains have fallen, 
And I love the multiple you that you nest within.
You’re spark and calm somewhere in my soul,
You’re the endless opportunities,
And …..you’re home.

The noise of the world is gone,
I can only hear you: “they’re mating for life”,
And I smile,
Blue jays, albatrosses, barn owls, sea horses, 
And so many other creatures…..they too, 
Seem to know the deepest truth,
Love is not mind-driven,
It happens,
And when it does,
You just know.

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Catharsis

by Andrada Costoiu

By the ocean everything seems quiet,
Except the waves that break free, in an out,
Carving the sand.

Thinking of you.
We once opened a box, called it ours and put it all in,
Our dreams, future, desires, thoughts,
We shook the box and mix it,
Yours and mine,
And said, “ love conquers all.”
It does, doesn’t it? Almost all…..
In love, we fly with the wind
We drown in the rain
We take turns taming the elephants in the room.

Love is a cathartic journey of discovering togetherness,
And feeling it deep inside you.

Love is….
Love was….
Life sucked us in and then spit us out on different paths,
How did this happen?
It is often that we stand in the beautiful certainty of knowing what’s inside us,
Only to find ourselves, that we cannot understand our untold thoughts.

Alone now, listening to the symphony of my emotions
Playing a confusing song,
Hope, anger, despair, freedom, 
All trampling and playing one over another.

What do I do now?
I don’t have to pretend….
I don’t know.
But I do know something,
That is: I don’t want to be a villain and I don’t want to be a hero,
I just want to be me.

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Not “ the Giver” s world

by Lujin Malkawi

Hello everyone. Today I am going to share with you something that my daughter has written few months ago, after she finished reading this book “The Giver”. I thought her writing is really insightful, and deep for a twelve year old. There is also a movie made after the book.

Here is what she wrote:

“””I have just finished a book. It was assigned in my English class. I am 7thgrade.  The book is called “the Giver”, by Lois Lowry. I finished it fast! I stayed up at night and read it, maybe not having to wake up for school in the morning is a good thing.  At the beginning it seemed so much like the Divergent, a fictional story in which roles were assigned to each child and person. But the more I read, the more I realized that things that happened in the Giver are things that happen in our world. 

Let me give you a brief summary of the book.

The Giver’s world was made to be perfect. Everybody was the same, dressed the same, eating the same food, behaving the same way. Every family has 2 children, a boy and a girl, but they were not their biological kids. At age 12, each child was assigned his future role in this dystopian society. Some of them would go be Nurturers (taking care of small children), others would be Pilots(that fly drones), others would be…..whatever role it is given to them. 

One of them, every…many years , would be assigned to be the Receiver . This person was to hold all the memories, from the times before he was born until now.

This society was colorblind! People did not see in colors because the Elders thought seeing the world in color would make people do bad things.

People also were behaving very properly but they had no feelings. They did not know what was sadness, what was to be upset…..and they didn’t know what was love.

Then the Receiver, who is a young boy named Jonas, starts receiving memories from an older person, who was the  previous  Receiver for this community, but he was getting old. So Jonas gets to see, how people were living in the past.  He sees how people were sailing, sledding, he also gets to see mass protests and war. 

He understands that because of these bad things, like war, hatred, famine, the elders have built the perfect world in which they were living in. 

But then he understands another thing too. In this perfect society, when someone did not comply with the rules, when people were getting too old, when babies were considered not appropriate, or when there were twins they were RELEASED.

I had no idea what RELEASED meant at the beginning of the book. I thought that they were sent somewhere. But no, that wasn’t the case. They were actually being killed and there was a ceremony organized when someone was released. Because people had no feelings, they had no idea what they were doing and what death really meant.

Jonas realized and he saves his world, by going beyond the boundaries of his community and releasing all memories back to all people.

This book has made me sad. But it also made me realize that we don’t live in that kind of world. Our world is not perfect. For example, I don’t like animals  to be kept in  Zoos. So we should change that. I also don’t like when kids bully other kids. That should change too. But we live in a world where we care about each other and that matters so much.

Memories matter, love matters, seeing in colors matter. Life as we know it, matter.””

Born blind

by Andrada Costoiu

Ink has dried on papers,
Where pen has pressed hearts, of black and white,
Of yellow and all other human colors….
So many books have been written,
To highlight the difference of no difference……

“Billy, can we sit here,” asked a boy his play buddy.
“Yes Andrew, lets’!”
“Do you hear the birds singing?” he asked his friend,
“Yes, they sound nice,” answered Andrew.
“They have pretty feathers too, white and brown, just like the two of you,”
Said a man sitting on the bench next to theirs,
The boys smiled, and sword fought with their white canes.

The man watched their joyful child play for a while,
“I hope that other eyes would never break your play,”
The old man said to himself.
He left, sad, dragging with him the burden of seeing colors,
And all the meanings attached to them.

You cannot feel something,
Until someone teaches you to feel something.
And sometimes, you cannot think something,
Until someone teaches you to think something.

Colors….

Red symbolizes excitement, passion and love in Western cultures
It also symbolized communism and revolution in countries like Russia.
Yellow, In Germany it represents envy,
In Egypt it means happiness and fortune.
Purple means wealth around the world. 
But in Brazil and Thailand purple is the color of mourning.


Billy and Andrew have not learned about black and white,
Born blind, 
They would have others to teach them……
And the others must never break their play.

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She was a ballerina

by Andrada Costoiu

Nobody walked her path,
She carried her sorrows with grace.
Everybody starts somewhere different,
But she had many judges, all of them wrong.

She put away rejection slips,
Into a drawer full of pain.
“ I’m not like the others,” she cried,
Hoping that people will understand that passions
Choose whom to embody and then never leave.

Her eyes danced,
In this small moment in time she was becoming.
“Your hair looks lovely,
It must have taken many years to grow it so long,” said one
“It did,” she thought,
But it took much longer to be here
And step into the stage lights.

With strong legs and a heart full of love,
She took her limitations and her vulnerabilities
And bought them to the limelight.
The music started,
And she did what she was born to do: she danced,
She was a one-arm ballerina,
Imperfect in a perfect world,
And perfect in an imperfect world.

Note: this is a poem about the struggle of being accepted for what we are. Our society is not very kind as people are being judged against existent stereotypes that are hard to break. We forget that behind any skin color, any missing limbs….there is a soul with hopes and dreams. That soul did not chose how it would be embodied. Whatever you might be, fight for your dreams. Whatever they might tell you, keep going forward. You are worth it, everybody is.

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Love thy broken

by Andrada Costoiu

A vase has fallen on the glass table,
Spilled water glistens in the sun,
It fell and broke an edge, and I could throw the vase away,
As broken vases are not fun.

It always seems to us that broken
And shattered things should all be gone…..
Because you learned since you were little,
That for each broken thing there is replacement,
And you can always get another one.

But then I look at you and smile,
You’re seating at your desk, you’re mending things,
Just like in the rainy day when I met you,
When you took my hand and fixed my wings.


Without my wings I had been nothing,
No hopes or dreams, I could not fly,
I did not plan to have them broken,
But truth is all of us are falling,  
And some of us survive, while others die.

The voice of reason tells you catch,
And then the same voice tells you toss,
Please drill this voice and let your heart,
To do the speaking,
For heart has also better ear to hear a broken soul when creaking.

Just like the vase, in life we could all get broken,
Most creaks don’t come by choice,
Shouldn’t we learn to take these imperfections, mend them?
Because when tossing things they end in landfill,
And many will then lose their beauty,
And many will then lose their voice…..

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