e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
(egoZaur) de Sorin-Mihai Grad Câteva idei pe care mă aștept să le găsesc prin romanele și filmele care vor apărea în iarnă sau la anul: -putin s-a trezit că Alaska a fost cândva teritoriu rusesc și o invadează sub pretextul de-a o elibera; -topirea permafrostului eliberează bacterii și viruși, iar rușii reușesc să izoleze câteva […]
[excerpt from a novel] by Layla Sabourian Tehran, 1984 Azadeh was comfortable financially, so she was the one that finally decided to take me to a psychiatrist. This was nearly unheard of in Iran, but it was a last resort for me. The ‘doctor’ was a man about fifty years old, with a salt and […]
by Rus Khomutoff TO EXIST BETWEEN ETERNITIES WILD NOTHING LIKE THE EYES OF THE SKY AXIS INFINITY DICTIONARY OF OBSCURE BLISS /COME FORWARD WITH YOUR VISCERA AND VIOLENCE AND SHARE MY WINGS/UNLEASH YOUR SPIRIT BENEATH THE RAMJET ALLEGRO TEMPLE OF THE NIGHT SKY A NEED FOR MIRRORS AND COUNTLESS SKIES/SHAKE YOUR INFINESSENCE SLOT CANYON HIGHBREATH […]
de Gabi Gabrinov Tocmai cădea prima zăpadă din anul acela. Era teribil de frig pentru un început de decembrie sec, noduros, molcom, atât de frig încât îmi era greu să mă încălzesc şi în casă, darămite afară. Şi totuşi, am simţit nevoia de o plimbare mai lungă. Lumina zilei scurte cădea pieziş pe pervazul […]
I chew gum in mathematics class Bloody Monday he came to my school aware that I can’t recover from the weekend
The forever poor parents The agony of child birth is second to none Noone is never willing to be barren Wealth,health all wordly materials does not define a parent The agony in childbirth is always a sweet pain for you
by Edward Michael Supranowicz [cookie cutter people]
de Andrei Ungureanu – Ce v-aduc? Tot ca de obicei? – Tot. Chelnerul a plecat spre tejghea fără să-și mai noteze ceva pe carnețelul cu care venise pregătit.
This Movie Heiress (is bequeathed her agency) “Yes, I have been taught by masters,” she says when her aunt asks her, “Can you be so cruel?” Indeed, cruelty becomes her like fizz
everything soft petals cushioned by lips the words fall from his mouth withering grey under office lights. slow. no reason to.