e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Costi Gurgu There aren’t many Romanian horror writers. There never have been. It’s not like there wasn’t a fertile field there; because the local folklore tells a different story. But lately, the social and political realities haven’t give it much opportunity. And then, there is Oliviu Craznic. A young writer who took it upon […]
[fissuring] Between two high notes The song gives a crack Long enough To allow me to enter Like a fish jumping back Into the night water
by Mitchell Grabois The sensei had given her a Buddha name: Moon Pillow, which I thought suited her pretty good, though I can’t explain why, but it had something to do with Cat Steven’s song, “Moon Shadow.” If I ever lose my mouth all my teeth go north and south If I ever lose my […]
by Ana Bazac Times, and now the capitalist system crisis we live in, push to the prominence of some concepts instead of the former ones. As the crisis emphasizes contradictions and situations no one could conceive and believe before, common people – rather than the philosophers – arrive to feel as urgent concepts the intolerable, […]
by Mitchell Grabois 1. After Tu and I made love, I fell asleep and dreamt I was running along the edge of a swamp. I knew I should be in the trees but there I was, exposed, sloshing through mud and water. Leeches sucked the flesh of my legs chest neck. They were my confederates, […]
Words best left unkissed on a dry martini words best left unkissed on a dry martini, still, I will unlock my door’s latch for the woman who hid behind the Chanel red rouge, and whose lips chiseled my grief on her desert-scorched crescendos,
Grief in Perspective we drive back from the hospital, and I can’t talk anymore, he wants to talk. I nod my head at all the appropriate moments, smile, laugh, agree. he seems happy to talk about mundane things, the weather his mother, my parents, how weird it’ll be to go back to work […]
[fragment from the novel “A Psychop’s Notebook” (in Romanian: “Caietul Psihopatului”), Herg Benet Publishers, 2015] by Ștefan Bolea translated by Ana-Maria Văduva [MTTLC] click pentru versiunea română 13th April, 1998 (Cluj) Cowards, the key to the human spirit is self-loathing! Six months since I gave up smoking. I need to expiate for my pain. Death is […]
by Eidolon come to think of it maybe I was just an unhappy teenage boy in San Francisco being led by my overlarge lawyer’s briefcase over the foggy hills from home to school to home
by Mircea Pricăjan translated by Adrian Bucur [MTTLC] click pentru versiunea română He couldn’t have said that he had a good memory of when he had entered a church for the first time and, after all, it didn’t matter, for he had certainly been taken there in his youth, by his mother, perhaps during Easter, […]