poems by Sara Pleșa-Popescu
The Railway There used to be a railway line in our home, but our house was made of stone and steel. We used to…
The Railway There used to be a railway line in our home, but our house was made of stone and steel. We used to…
emptiness what a prologue seems like is a canvas painted on the knife who knows if it’s real or just a haze inside are two…
by Ana Bazac An important aspect of the human relationships and positions towards norms and even towards values is discipline or, better, the degree of…
by Mario Șerban The limit of pain is just a greater pain and so on. Maximum pain is a myth. So, what’s the point of…
History Repeats I sat out on the sun deck watching history repeat itself. My next-door neighbor left for work. His kids headed off to…
by Z. I. Sadeq 1 Behold me!– Cowards and last men! It is me, the not-man. My soul is marked
Fries I’m gonna take a great time talking about fries And nothing else Fries – meaningless, right? But doesn’t it soothe you?
by Ana Bazac My first point is to show that, between the cultural traditions, there are not only particular/specific elements which would have forged and…
A cabin fire. from the window, behind curtains, rain cracks like logs in a cabin-grate
by Colin James The neglected house was visible only from above. Perfect for a bird