e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
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,
Dealing With The Government Bureaucrats with their offending eyes, sinister thick and meaty blackbirds
de Iris A. Knieling Arată ca o icoană: Ăsta a fost primul lucru la care s-a gândit, dar nu a spus nimic pentru că totul avea ceva atât de serios, încât nu îndrăznea să tulbure liniștea care se lăsase în jurul ei.
by Daniel de Culla A Congress of Writers and Poets coming from all over the Globe was being held at the Atocha Hotel Madrid, promoted by the World Poetry Movement, of which I was the official Delegate for Madrid and the two Castiles.