e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Ana Bazac I Do people have nowadays the right to oppose, to protest? Not even this right, since not only some categories are forbidden to strike, to unionize, to protest, but – in fact, much more important – any protest has no longer real worth. Real opposition protests do not have power/real […]
by Colin James I have that feeling plants could grow on your face. The topsoil promised should be adequate. Downwards growth
by Alexandru Ionaşcu Life I was in a __________________ God – forsaken I slept a ___________________ God – forsaken I died a_____________________God – forsaken I dreamt a ___________________ God – forsaken I viewed a __________________ God – forsaken I touched a __________________ God – forsaken I fucked a __________________ God – forsaken I drank a […]
by Oliviu Crâznic I spotted her blonde hair, from the outskirts of my forest – A worthy prey to summon, that sylphlike silhouette; Under the ashen sunlight, leaving behind my raiment, On all fours I am running – the time has come for Jeanne Valet.
by Martin Burke This is a dream’s shadow of a dream. This is the woman in the mirror as she sees herself (not as others see her). She is viewed under a sliver of the moon by attentive eyes (but what they see we do not see), and there is an orchard (it is wintertime, […]
by Alexandru Lamba January, Monday. The third Monday of January and the most depressive day of the whole year. Not for me, of course, but you felt it so, didn’t you? The melancholy of the just gone holidays, taking away the visits of the ones dear to you… You couldn’t really trace its […]
A Forgotten Space I watch the world through glasses made of lead. Their cold, gray vision proves most accurate, if top-heavy. A great deal of weight to carry, I rest often, lying in pools of pessimistic slush. My body begins to emulate the texture of seepage, dreams of becoming quicksand, waits patiently for the […]
by Mitchell Grabois When, onstage, the Who’s Peter Townshend began smashing his guitar, he was looking for a sound that summed up existential truth. When Toto Fez, leader of the Ceades of Distruction, a local Chippahitchka band, followed suit, he was thinking of splitting wood and of his time in prison.
by Jenean McBrearty Rachel watched the skinny-dippers with sad eyes though her eyes were smiling, pained that they were free. they had more than written rights. these American with their loud laughter and wonton mindlessness. Their clothes were patriotic—everything red, white and blue—even their racing silks sported stars with the stripes. The […]
by Dan Dobrin Millenia ago, on a remote planet, a battlefield among many others, raged a war of destruction and protection. The bloodiest documented war, between the original races. While the Inquisitors, the Original Evil, sought to destroy this planet full of nothing more than just a few mindless creatures, whose only purpose was […]