The Losers Masquerade
by Oliviu Crâznic translation from Romanian by Nigel Walker and Alina-Olimpia Miron [MTTLC] I had staked them out ever since morning – they were both…
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Terra firma
by Paul Belce Motto: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the…
Carmen Sylva – the Forgotten Writer
by Ana-Maria Negrilă Introduction Elisabeth Pauline Ottilie Luise zu Wied, later known as Carmen Sylva, was born in 1843 in Neuwield and became queen of…
In Whitman’s Name
by Ştefan Bolea translation from Romanian by A.C. Clarke and Alina-Olimpia Miron [MTTLC] Iancu threw his shopping bag into the musty space under the…
Ellen Lee
by Oliviu Crâznic Translation from Romanian by Dorothy McCarthy and Alina-Olimpia Miron [MTTLC] “You sure?…” “Hundred percent sure. It’s the second call to that…
What does it really mean to be a criminal?
debut by Mario Șerban Is it moral to be a criminal? Is a crime to be moral? What is a crime? What is objective morality?…
poems by Holly Day
In Memoriam When I die I want you to name some sort of food after me a sandwich, a salad, even just a…
poems by Richard Manly Heiman
Our Lady of Iliniza Norte Remember turning the hairpin twist in the trail and there she was? Mater Dolorosa, alone at 14000 feet. I…
poems by Robert Beveridge
Awaken in Darkness Sunday morning. We had gone to sleep in the promise we’d awaken in two hours, spend the early darkness immersing one…
Abela Caine
by Oliviu Crâznic Morning gray on her manor, My falling star; The heart beats close to the dagger, And here you are.