poems by Felino A. Soriano
[from Of these spiraled identities] XXXVIII of this stone in-hand or hand-on stone’s relevant belly the soldered speckles of bluegreen asterisks walking from cold onto the warming U-turns
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[from Of these spiraled identities] XXXVIII of this stone in-hand or hand-on stone’s relevant belly the soldered speckles of bluegreen asterisks walking from cold onto the warming U-turns
[translation: Petre Solomon, Paladin Publishing, 2013] (a reader’s guide to fantasy) by Oliviu Crâznic translation from Romanian by Alina-Olimpia Miron click aici pentru versiunea română Ray Bradbury (1920-2012… another recent, immense loss for culture) is considered one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century. He wrote SF literature, „fantasy” literature, […]
(a reader’s guide to fantasy) by Oliviu Crâznic translation from Romanian by Alina-Olimpia Miron click aici pentru versiunea română An exceptional phenomenon for the lovers of fantasy literature occurred in the fall of 2012 thanks to Nemira Publishing: the revival of the Anticipaţia Almanac and the magazine Collection of SF Short-Stories (book form, […]
by Patrick Călinescu Many years ago I decided to stop being a theist. I simply can’t believe in the existence of god. Yesterday I also decided to stop being an atheist. I simply can’t believe in the non-existence of god either. I know that many think that god is either existence that has […]
by Oliviu Crâznic Her eyes of starlight honey, her hair the golden wine, I was to paint her portrait, and then we were to dine; Her body dressed in lilies, all blossomed on her bloom, I said the words, I touched her – the White Bride left the room. I tried to cope with passion, […]
by Patrick Călinescu Would you like to lick the behindness of my ear? You want me to lick you behind your ear? Yes, I have a spot in the thereness of the behindness of my ear. And you want me to make you very horny by licking it till the front […]
[Şerban Andrei Mazilu, The Angellove Society: Crux, WheelMan Press, 2013] by Ştefan Bolea 1. Let me start this off by saying that Mazilu’s English is extraordinary – I never felt for a moment that this book was written by a non-native English speaker. I was impressed by the range of his vocabulary and I even […]
by Şerban Andrei Mazilu Chain lightning struck the horizon, over the thick jungle and the untamed wilderness beyond the city walls. Terrible beasts prowled the in darkness, unaffected by the constant electric storms that ravaged Dromund Kaas. Somewhere a slave was being ripped to pieces by a pack of giant reptiles – just […]
by Şerban Andrei Mazilu Laine took a drag from her long ivory pipe, enjoying the calming effect of the illegal smoldering herb. Her absinth gaze fell in a melancholic manner over the half-naked body next to her, following the delicate outline of the woman’s marble back and half breast she revealed. She partially […]
by Şerban Andrei Mazilu Felix woke up in a pool of sweat, the dry suffocating atmosphere in his bedroom rising to unbearable levels. He groaned like a drunk and pushed himself up, noticing the stain on the dirty, uncovered mattress. His head spun and hurt like a thousand sledgehammers slamming together against the largest […]