e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Oliviu Crâznic Awakened I was sleeping when you entered my chamber, So beautiful and naked – the first rain of July… Your body moved in whispers and tenderly you’re saying, Rose lips close to my ear: “Tonight just you and I…”
by Tantra Bensko The stoney spheres feel the force of their own cemented sand. It weighs them down. They reach their mind into the deep deep ground. Through layers of porous sand and carbonates. They are that deepest ground 6 million years ago. What is time to a Trovant? They breathe in and […]
by Gherasim Luca translated from Romanian by Ştefan Bolea I am free so I can pay attention to the things around me my fingers shivering like poplars, short as bullets squeezed firmly the woman’s white neck like ancient poets were squeezing in their usual love fits for nature flowers – sheep – field […]
Kiss I lifted the September soap and began to sponge my closest companion that I knew all too well, but never in this manner.
by Oliviu Crâznic The summer breeze is spreading the infection; You play the piano as I play the violin… We light the torches to restrain the shadows – Once the End over, something else begins.
W.E.N. S .: A Rotating Poem West: not unlike a giddy goat wandering among the ruins of a long lost civilization you keep searching
(a reader’s guide to fantasy) by Oliviu Crâznic translation from Romanian by Zenovia Popa [MTTLC student] click aici pentru versiunea română In Romania, there are currently three publishing houses – hallmarks for the scientific-fantastic literature enthusiasts (I remind here that – in my opinion, a view adopted following careful analysis of more […]
by Ştefan Bolea translated from Romanian by: Zenovia Popa click pentru versiunea română It took me 33 years to realize I love life. In fact, it was necessary to get to this age to realize I have a passion for truth. How much harmed me Eminescu’s equivalence between „truth” and „superfluous” when I was […]
by Holly Day we found the tomatoes grew best in the cemetery sending their thick roots deep into the soil, wrapping thickly-furred cilia between sinew and bone, found new life in places left for the dead.
by Aprilia Zank preparing for the death on stage – III you touched her neck with white suede gloves kissed her bit her before you placed the crown on her head