poems by Fabrice B. Poussin
The Ditch Here a journey ended Water runs through the bones Attempting the ultimate cleansing Of a lost soul.
The human being, the image of its socially induced immitigable destiny and the “yellow vests”
by Ana Bazac Yes, when we are tempted to chitchatting about how clumsy are some people who cry “we can no longer stand all of that”, we should think of our “humanism” cherishing the Man. But if we chatter “in a humanistic mood”, it means that we are comfortable doing this and, in our blindness framed […]
poems by Gale Acuff
All If I loved Jesus any more than I loved God wouldn’t that be like adultery –idolatry I mean, at Sunday School Miss Hooker’s my teacher and she swears God
Don’t Blink
by Corneliu Negru versiunea română Don’t close your eyes, always keep the light on. “But I’m trying to do just that.” “Maybe you are not trying hard enough.”
Me
by Petre Țiplea edited by Diandra Sovailescu There was always a problem with I. With Me – equally, but most of the time with I. I had issues with me. Big ones. The kind that always gave me trouble. I’ll admit that myself – well, I – was a difficult type of person. I remember […]
Fear
by Macgregor Douglas The fear is real. I know I’m in a world of trouble and I must escape. I hear them, standing a few beds down, as if they think that I can’t tell they’re talking about me. This might be some sort of otherworldly, extraterrestrial hospital and I might well be a patient, […]
Requiem for a failed referendum: still philosophy
by Ana Bazac I wrote a paper – The breaking importance of the Romanian referendum for the traditional family: philosophical arguments –. The liberals who read it were disturbed by the arguments I advanced for the referendum and tried to counter them with the usual reference to the human rights and the discriminations towards LGBTI.
The breaking importance of the Romanian referendum for the traditional family: philosophical arguments
by Ana Bazac First, the referendum as such – around the recommended change in the Constitution that the marriage be considered a freely consented union between a man and a woman, and not between spouses as it was the formula until now – and its stake, the traditional family, namely formed, as basis, by a […]
poems by Tara Skurtu
Shame versiunea română Overnight, someone has epoxied a bright pink dildo onto the Virgin Mary outside the Sacred Heart Church. It’s Sunday. From the café window I watch a woman cover her son’s eyes and make the Sign of the Cross
poems by Gabriella Garofalo
Only a wee wee bit, you loathe life – It’s me, what else – See those slender girls sitting on the bridge, Too close to where they ban light: