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poems by Anna Idelevich

By EgoPHobiaPosted on 15/06/2024Posted in EgoPHobia #81, englishTagged Anna Idelevich, EgoPHobia #81, englishNo Comments

Soon Not with you, and never together, suburb of madness. The train of consciousness is unimportant

poems by Rick Hartwell

By EgoPHobiaPosted on 15/06/2024Posted in EgoPHobia #81, englishTagged EgoPHobia #81, english, Rick HartwellNo Comments

Remembrance of Things Past – Marcel Proust Suddenly drowning in waves of nostalgia, not in the sense of homesickness or regret,

Winter Sports

By EgoPHobiaPosted on 14/06/2024Posted in EgoPHobia #81, englishTagged EgoPHobia #81, english, Stephanie V. SearsNo Comments

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 […]

Stuck!

By EgoPHobiaPosted on 14/06/2024Posted in EgoPHobia #81, englishTagged EgoPHobia #81, english, Gustavo MeloNo Comments

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 […]

The View from the Side of the Stage

By EgoPHobiaPosted on 14/06/2024Posted in EgoPHobia #81, englishTagged Douglas Young, EgoPHobia #81, englishNo Comments

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 […]

“Don Quixote” and “Hamlet” – two modern myths

By EgoPHobiaPosted on 14/06/2024Posted in EgoPHobia #81, englishTagged EgoPHobia #81, Ella Leynard, englishNo Comments

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 […]