e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Stephanie V. Sears One usually looks back on one’s formative years with acquired maturity and a critical eye. Alas, in my case, I observe a happy and unabated continuation of the very same foolish impulses and behavior, fraught with a recklessness that I indulgently refer to as joie de […]
by Gustavo Melo Even though I consider myself attractive, as a guy, I never worry about someone drugging me in public. So, when I woke up dizzy and confused, I knew something had gone wrong. I was in an unknown basement with no recollection of how I got there. I did remember picking out the […]
by Douglas Young “Guess who’s coming to the campus coliseum?” Zora greeted Zarius in the hall with a wide-eyed grin as he left the classroom. Zarius got ever more excited as his friend leaned in closer boasting a thoroughly pregnant smile about to birth a big laugh. As he blinked and imagined a […]
by Ella Leynard I was in the Globe Theatre to see the performance of “Hamlet” (1600-1601), a couple of days ago. I do love the rich costumes they wear and the sound of the words. I suspect some are invented by Shakespeare himself. Seldom can anyone afford to do it, because language resists the sudden […]
by Doru Chirodea 44. Killin time last night in me crib. By chance, a friend of mine, a surgeon from Munich Germany, drops by. So, I go, you kinda butcher, right?
Like Runes I know it must be poetry because it seems a
*** The eventide. The cold. The bus has left. It left behind an empty stop.
from Pond Life : 29th May White Feather In May I remember October’s road, drenched sodden dips full of flood.
de Doru Chirodea ÎN ULTIMA SUTĂ DE ANI ÎN KANSAS CITY NU S-A MAI ÎNTÂMPLAT NIMIC. DOAR PRIN ANII 80 WILL BURROUGHS TRECEA PE ACOLO ȘI-ȘI CUMPĂRA GLOANȚE PENTRU CARABINĂ ÎN KANSAS CITY CA SĂ ÎMPUȘTE UȘI ÎN KANSAS.
It all Happened On An Intangible Morning in the Middle Of Whispers On an intangible morning in the middle of whispers,