Night Visit
by Z. I. Sadeq 1 Behold me!– Cowards and last men! It is me, the not-man. My soul is marked
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poems by Livia Creț
Fries I’m gonna take a great time talking about fries And nothing else Fries – meaningless, right? But doesn’t it soothe you?
Science as a factor of tradition and change: some methodological remarks
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…
poems by DS Maolalai
A cabin fire. from the window, behind curtains, rain cracks like logs in a cabin-grate
Pulling the Arms and Legs off Progressive Populists
by Colin James The neglected house was visible only from above. Perfect for a bird
poems by Jade Riordan
Winter Carousel If I crack open an imported coconut & carousel horses stream out like gold embossed milk. If I sip the milk-paint from…
poems by John Grey
My Wife and I at the Symphony Five women in the orchestra, she counts them like the conductor counts time. Two violin, one cello,…
The Wind Blows Against Them
by Z. I. Sadeq In the mist of emerald forests, Upon banks of crimson creeks, Beneath limbs of yellow tulipwood, At the foot of smoky…
Anon goes for a walk
by Mario Șerban “to be – a doomful madness with crippling despair. to exist – a professedly everlasting hesitation” When random thoughts remind him how…
Subjective Mind: Reason or Treason?
by Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu Truth or knowledge? This logical question troubled me for a long time. Let’s say these are my simple conclusions or questions, aligned…