e-revista EgoPHobia
by Macgregor Douglas The fear is real. I know I’m in a world of trouble and I must escape. I hear them, standing a few beds down, as if they think that I can’t tell they’re talking about me. This might be some sort of otherworldly, extraterrestrial hospital and I might well be a patient, […]
by Ana Bazac I wrote a paper – The breaking importance of the Romanian referendum for the traditional family: philosophical arguments –. The liberals who read it were disturbed by the arguments I advanced for the referendum and tried to counter them with the usual reference to the human rights and the discriminations towards LGBTI.
by Ana Bazac First, the referendum as such – around the recommended change in the Constitution that the marriage be considered a freely consented union between a man and a woman, and not between spouses as it was the formula until now – and its stake, the traditional family, namely formed, as basis, by a […]
Shame versiunea română Overnight, someone has epoxied a bright pink dildo onto the Virgin Mary outside the Sacred Heart Church. It’s Sunday. From the café window I watch a woman cover her son’s eyes and make the Sign of the Cross
Only a wee wee bit, you loathe life – It’s me, what else – See those slender girls sitting on the bridge, Too close to where they ban light:
by Călin Torsan translated from Romanian by Mihai-Andrei Fulgescu ― Mommy, mommy! See, this rock looks like one of the three piggies from the cartoons! Right? Indeed, there was a sculpture occupying the middle of the exhibit hall that could be interpreted like this. Nevertheless, the mom went the extra mile and whispered to her […]
by Ana Bazac The idea of priority denotes a definite subjective origin of decisions and attitudes leading to new facts: which, first of all, are accomplished by humans. In other words, the feature of something to being a priority may never be confused with an objective and impersonal element or characteristic of reality. On the […]
Snarling Cup of Coffee I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee I pound down the coffee
by Oliviu Crâznic A poem inspired by documented events of 1892`s Rhode Island I I hear the baby crying: there`s someone at the window; The moonlight fades to pale – she`s getting in, alas! This is indeed her home, but she’s not welcome here; My antidote to darkness: one bullett through the glass.
Antigone She sleeps the sleep of the content wrapped in a lover’s embrace