e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Ioana Jucan The car .. was being driven safely on the asphalt highway. It was a newly purchased 280-hp, 3.6 liter V6 VW Passat as white as the thick head of foam of freshly boiled milk. It was a dragon-car neither too big nor too small – exactly the perfect size for its four […]
by Ioana Jucan Ripe. Riper. Ripest. Ripening. Ripeningly. Ripened. Rip/Ready.
by Alice [greeting]
By Adrian Ioniţă (USA) Our inaugural issue of the Short Story section of EgoPHobia (#22) was followed by a wave of submissions, and we had a hard time to review and take under consideration all of them. This was the reason why, regarding our decision to approve their stories, with few exceptions, many writers did not […]
interviu cu poetul Yigru Zeltil [continuare din EgoPHobia #23] “Lacrimosa preciosa velum, delirul albului furnir cămila conturnată în acustic miel în boarea serilor de cox prin fiorul cărţilor, ahh pergamentul dox cu policarul încordat cât praştie goală te sun vocal, esti un şofar ţinut în poală nacelă submarină ce trece prin ecluze gorneam din lustruite […]
by Romulus Balkan (Romania) Translated from Romanian by the author Edited by Robert Fenhagen The dog lying in the corner is howling an oddly melodic canine serenade. I look down at my beer mug, and watch a fly struggling in it, and wonder if its drowning, or will it die with a smile on its […]
by Robert Fenhagen (USA) for the Romanian version, click here “Sergeant, I truly am most apologetic; I must have been sleep-walking, or something. I assure you, nothing like this will ever happen again. Ever. Alright, I will tell you what happened as best I can…., excuse me as I mimic the voices: “Are […]
by Mihai Mateiu (Romania) Translated from Romanian by Rareş Moldovan for the Romanian version, click here As the final whistle blows, the scoreboard shows 2-0. The home team’s anthem blasts out of the speakers at full volume, and the cheers of their supporters fill him with hatred. He glances at his friends as he makes his […]
by Otis Taylor (USA) Edited by Robert Fenhagen When I was a child, the most vivid dream that I remember was one in which I was standing atop a circus trapeze pole—very tall, very slender, and very scary. However, I was not scared, in fact, the recurring theme of the dream was that I dove off […]
by Aurel Stănescu Avram (Romania) Translated from Romanian by Monica Becheru Edited by Robert Fenhagen A few years ago, one of my bad habits usually happened right around noon, when Radu, my dump truck driver and I, used to escape to the beach that ran between the harbor lock and the Navodari camp. We would hide […]