e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Julian Gallo Luz stands on the balcony, holding the rail and leaning forward, a shaft of the fading sunlight illuminating a strand of hair which billows in the breeze. A few autumn leaves spiral upwards from the street, rotating in the air before catching another updraft and fluttering away. She leans her elbows on […]
Song-objection-obsession, facing a grave not William Carlos Williams’ In a tank, the cited obsession. A prosperous eccentric, war veteran, decides, every once in a while, to steamroll the door of a nearby cemetery,
26. There are a few languages that have a plural form for the already plural number And even for the plural of the plural of the initial plural But no language has a denomination for a more singular than the regular singular
by Kevin Johnson Murillo The Beggar The Giver “The fact of the matter is I have nothing to offer you, my pockets are empty, my shirt coat is empty, my stomach is empty. If I had anything to offer you, I’d give it away freely without a moment’s hesitation. I’ve never been one to cling […]
The ballad. by Paweł Markiewicz The moony, dreamy naiad is awakened, like pearl in the deepest marine finery. She-muser of eternity seeks for hoard. Choir: Muse’s treasure amaranthine-gentle.
God in Dog Years the dog died at the bottom of the stairs at 91 in
Warmth. the penny-pay laundry is swampland in summer, so close and boiled over
Top of the world We’re flying over snow-buried land, flat and tree-less. This desolation is the quickest route between two places where people live.
by Ana Bazac The touch is one of the five (human) senses pointed out by Aristotle. Some neuroscientists consider it the most important because of its power to develop emotions and sociality[1], but in fact once existent it is not about the competition between vision and touch[2], but about their harmonious manifestation giving the whole perception […]
by Somodi Iulian Verse 1: In the urban landscape, where the concrete meets the sky, There resided a wordsmith with a message that could never die, He strutted the boulevards with a confident gait, With poesy in his pockets and sagacity innate.