poems by Vlad Vlădulescu
Delirium tremens All that is useless All that is banned All that gets thrown away All found in the Delirium minds of the deranged. All Raw Unprocessed
Time of science, time of man
by Ana Bazac I One of the most frequent and, at the same time, dangerous epistemological faults of the contemporary thinkers – and indeed, only these ones are blind, since the former have only discovered the significances of time – is the homogenization of situations, images and concepts related to man. Philosophy works, […]
The Typology of Initiatory Journey (in the Romanian Folktales)
by Mihai-Andrei Aldea translation by: Sorina Gheorghe The Typology of Initiatory Journey (in the Romanian Folktales)………………………………………………. 1 The Typology of Initiatory Journey (in the Romanian Folktales)………………………………………………. 2 The Initiatory Journey – Introduction…………………………………………………………………………………… 2 The Initiatory Journey in the Romanian Fantasy Folktales……………………………………………….. 8 II.a. The Extraordinary and the Estrangement……………………………………………………………………. 8 II.b. A Brief Attempt at […]
poems by Ian Smith
Song as Axiomatic Password Driving in rain, radio on, Moby’s Mistake, the slow start redolent of regret then the beat insistent as grief swoops, leaves me depleted. I could have died a dozen deaths but lived. Wrenched apart by a song. A song? Edge of night I heard the iron cries of trams […]
poems by Yuxing Xia
Dusk Front I saw lines of shadow cross my backyard and seep through the dry soil. With erasure inbound, no more will we lament the loss of a friend. The day ends with the drought of wordy creases, so much that I cannot feel myself think about what had happened.
poems by Jeremy Nathan Marks
Olympiastadion My throat was sore in Berlin Als das Kind Kind war so I missed the Reichstag fire but on television saw the Wall come down
Volatile And Rare (A Winterheart In The Snow)
by Oliviu Crâznic Algid the air, on crystal clear horizons, Beyond the eyes of angels I have drowned; Yet, funny, it’s still snowing in my ocean – Watering flakes and one black tear adown.
poems by Lana Bella
Love as it always was He hears my words in a dream. Distantly. Free of rigid lines, unraveled from ill-defined knots.
poems by Jeremy Nathan Marks
Hotel Dum What’s sacred when the Thing is all the universe? –Allen Ginsberg (“The Reply”) I rode a tram on my own from the Hotel Dum into Old Town Walked from Karol Bridge to hear Dvořák played in a church where
Face and Hands
by Mitchell Grabois 1. Painted white with blue stripes, Stars of David on its sides, the bus left Tel Aviv. I was already asleep, my serotonin-deprived brain anaesthetized with hashish and codeine. Time/miles passed. The bus hit a pothole large enough to shelter a terrorist on the lam, and my lolling head hit the […]