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…
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…
by Mario Șerban “to be – a doomful madness with crippling despair. to exist – a professedly everlasting hesitation” When random thoughts remind him how…
[Non-Euclidean Shapes] picture tides and crowded landscapes of isolation the flag of the desultory conquerors has fallen insects of chance and empty space…
E T R A H During the moon landing I was on earth But ever asked: how subjective is ‘here?’ At what point does…
The Watchmaker’s Song I. The first dream and the first chant of the young watchmaker It is only this wind’s chant Steeping deep in…
Arrogance it ought to have altered my existence. I observed him bent above his composition, hours consumed informing minuscule granules of tinted sand…
de Mario Șerban This is a narration of my self-induced dreaming experiment. Over the past few days, I have been experiencing several episodes of lucid…
by Paweł Markiewicz A poem from my drawerling, to wit red notebook 1998 what is a nothingness? solely an adumbration of the voidness –…
No Art without Startle: 35 Word Idioms No belief without a lie No business without sin No character without an act No coffee without…
by Oliviu Crâznic The magick in our tale, Deceiving and untrue: I`m not the greatest poet – But, darling, nor are you.