“I am working for Europe”
[interview with the French Photographer Jean-Marc Caracci about his project “Homo Urbanus Europeanus“] by Sorin-Mihai Grad 1. Everybody is taking photos of churches while visiting…
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Review: Jean-Marc Caracci – Homo Urbanus Europeanus
by Irina Savin I imagine Jean-Marc Caracci as a stalker haunting the streets of unknown cities in search for glimpses of urban stories. A gawky…
Poems by Adriana Boagiu
Adriana Boagiu is a poet whose lines carry a wordy town into flowery flurries of memory and eroticism, both ingenuous and insidious. Her sound skinning…
Tender on the Smiles
by Patrick Călinescu When she had tried to smile back at me, her lips creeping on her face skin stopped her short. Unable to sketch…
Tell me how you love, I will tell you how sick you are
by Alexandra Claudia Manta Languidly, I squeeze ink from my wrath. Purple ink covers these soul-peels like little fractal veins circulating my unloaded anger. My…
‘I like the I in myself’ : Facing the Derridean ‘massacre’
by Alexandra Claudia Manta Lately I’ve been thinking at some linguistic operations such as substitution, permutation, and at underlining and the use of block letters…
Comptine d’un autre automne
by Marius Surleac I run over the seas and dive in the skylines burnt by the fires of hell the night that will come with…
Flashes
by Marius Surleac today dig under me with your bare hands until you’ll pass the ribs you’ll lose half of your soul the blood will…
Peractio
by Marius Surleac rest your wounds in my shelter tomorrow when I’ll have to die you shall give me a kiss
Still life
by Marius Surleac through dice the six-shooter gleams at the burnt end of the bullet at the other end, like in a comet tale, blood…