Residue
by Ștefan Bolea They are free because they do not exist. The devil is not good. God is evil. We must lose the One God to find the Zero God.
Câte ceva despre WW II
[pricinaşul de serviciu] de Radu-Ilarion Munteanu Are, oare, sens să vorbim, în ultimul trimestru al anului curent, despre un fenomen care a zguduit lumea la mijlocului secolului trecut? Oricum textul se derulează în ipoteza că publicul poate rememora acest eveniment.
Apple Ida
[fragment din Ulița Mitului] de Lucia Eniu Sărut mănușițele! Da, asta este, cum să nu? Ulița Mitului. Ați nimerit bine. Ce număr? 164? Ei, da, mai e de mers, puțin mai sus și spre dreapta. La… doamna Ida, bănuiesc? Da, cosmeticiana. Păi, dacă doriți, sigur că da, cu plăcere. A, nu, ce treabă să am? […]
poems by Tushar Sen
At My Funeral They lowered the coffin like bait for worms. Some were crying, some tried, some had already cried.
poems by Uğur Olgar
With the hands of the virgin wind The wave that kept asking after the shore for forty years would turn into coffee for the foam.
A Whole Fine Mess of Personal Chauffeurs
by Douglas Young “All rise. Hear ye, hear ye. The Municipal Court of Daniel Govan County is now in session with the Honorable Judge Alonza Reeves presiding. God save America and this Honorable Court. Amen. You may be seated,” the bailiff proclaimed in a booming voice as the black-robed, fiftyish, and dark-haired Judge Reeves […]
poems by Partha Sarkar
The unnecessary planets of the Earth The rotation. The revolution. Thinks of pure milk the womb when
The Silence
by Julian Gallo Before he entered, and subsequently left, the seminary, he wandered through religions as if exploring abandoned homes. He had visited ashrams, practiced yoga, attended meditation classes, or simply found the time for himself to read and read and read, absorbing as much as he could. He had read the mystics, the skeptics, […]
poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Tour Farm without animals. I’m going to the market in search of minced meat. And the road doesn’t end.
Sally
by Bill Tope Sally sat before the flickering television in the living room of her small apartment, breathlessly watching the Reverend Mudge rhapsodize about God’s “incredible love and care for us. He is,” said the Reverend, “not distant or disconnected; instead, He is intimately aware of our joys, sorrows and…” Sally blinked at the screen, […]