e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Douglas Young Julissa Ye relished all the comfortable little routines and quietude defining her part-time job at The Bookery, downtown’s last small, locally owned bookstore. As much as she enjoyed the excitement of the college social scene, working at The Bookery provided a tranquil respite from the other rooms of her life […]
by Elinora Westfall London. Spread across the dining room table, the newspaper is dissected, absorbed, and devoured voraciously. This rag, running necklaces of dirty type that smudges fingertips, this dirty Herald, the only touchstone with the world outside Bloomsbury Square. Today the paper tantalises with a headline on a comet streaking through the southern hemisphere; […]
by Jeff Helgeson The windows across the room were dark. Don Stryker could see himself in them, surrounded by light coming from a chrome-plated lamp above his head, his reflection abruptly blocked by a white stone gargoyle his wife had bought and set at a carefully chosen angle among some leafy plants she had […]
Twenty first century headlines This story like many stories starts with a bullet and ends with tears and justice deferred
[again] by Rus Khomutoff TO EXIST BETWEEN ETERNITIES WILD NOTHING LIKE THE EYES OF THE SKY AXIS INFINITY DICTIONARY OF OBSCURE BLISS /COME FORWARD WITH YOUR VISCERA AND VIOLENCE AND SHARE MY WINGS/UNLEASH YOUR SPIRIT BENEATH THE RAMJET ALLEGRO TEMPLE OF THE NIGHT SUN A NEED FOR MIRRORS AND COUNTLESS SKIES/SHAKE YOUR INFINESSENCE SLOT CANYON […]
Fiberglass sandwich Inflated invalids clouds in mind mutilation cry, ides March did not take offences. and fatal events did not happen.
Soma and the Unknowing Slave I grew up with Huxley tucked in my heart His brave new world was orderly Next to degrading urban decay.
by Zary Fekete The story of how Goldilocks actually came to the bears’ house has been misunderstood and requires attention. It might also help to know that Goldilocks isn’t her real name. She has a variety of other names, like Stefanie and Abigail, and it is easy to overlook the fact that she is actually […]
Requiem For A King When I first stumbled upon Martin Luther King Jr., I was black. My mother was not in the kitchen.
de Mihai Bogdan Lupescu Destinul este guvernul nostru individual din umbră. * Justiția este o navă cosmică cu escale preferențiale pe alte planete. * Nu este cazul să mimăm competența când ea este atât de departe iar orgoliul nu o poate înlocui și nici nu poate acoperi falsul eticii și prefăcătoriei profesionale.