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The Railway There used to be a railway line in our home, but our house was made of stone and steel. We used to hide from trains right to the windows and look over the smoke wreathed hills,

poems by Moldvai Barna

By EgoPHobiaPosted on 19/01/2021Posted in EgoPHobia #66, englishTagged EgoPHobia #66, english, Moldvai BarnaNo Comments

emptiness what a prologue seems like is a canvas painted on the knife who knows if it’s real or just a haze inside are two false faces in the triangle phase both veils fall once the trance is closed and the real story can rise to be composed.

Discipline

By EgoPHobiaPosted on 10/01/2021Posted in EgoPHobia #66, filosofieTagged Ana Bazac, EgoPHobia #66, english, filosofieNo Comments

by Ana Bazac An important aspect of the human relationships and positions towards norms and even towards values is discipline or, better, the degree of discipline: and certainly, its feedbacks to relationships, norms and values. The pandemic has emphasised just the shortcomings of this necessary order in society and, more, of this accepted order.

Another irrelevant title

By EgoPHobiaPosted on 14/12/2020Posted in EgoPHobia #65, englishTagged ataşament audio, EgoPHobia #65, english, Mario ȘerbanNo Comments

by Mario Șerban The limit of pain is just a greater pain and so on. Maximum pain is a myth. So, what’s the point of complaining? You will never share a nervous first kiss and both look away smiling and blushing afterwards. You will never be kissed on your cheek at random by your girlfriend […]

poems by John Grey

By EgoPHobiaPosted on 11/12/2020Posted in EgoPHobia #65, englishTagged EgoPHobia #65, english, John GreyNo Comments

History Repeats I sat out on the sun deck watching history repeat itself. My next-door neighbor left for work. His kids headed off to the school bus stop.