Poems by Sonnet Mondal
Hidden Divinity I have been waking up each midnight, each dawn, at the end of each passing hour to see the squabble between darkness and light resulting in red rays as blood of a celestial war at twilight.
How Some People Live Their Lives
by Ron D’Alena [filmed at Howiees on Front in Medford, Oregon] December: a good time to be indoors. I’m two stools away from men hunched over beers, conversing in low tones. Work my lighter against a cigarette; watch Jenny push a bottle of Miller to a man wearing an Oakland Raiders cap. […]
Poems by Peycho Kanev
Inexplicable I am drinking whiskey from a tin can – this line sounds so much like blues, but let me tell you the rest. This tin can is shiny and red- oh yes, many years ago, my grandfather, for many years, kept his pencils inside and some small notebook in which he […]
How I started kiling my neighbours on a February afternoon
by Cristina Nemerovschi [Romania] translated from Romanian by Philippa Lawrence & Ioana Vilcu [MTTLC student] click aici pentru versiunea română Today I threw away my address book, TV, and mobile phone. I erased all my online contacts and cut the Internet cable. I found an old mobile which still contained the phone numbers of some […]
Come and See [Three Apocalipse Knights in the Reading of the Fourth]
by Ştefan Bolea translated by Oana Popovici click aici pentru versiunea română The Herg Benet Publishing House opens an exciting chapter in the post-post-December Romanian literature (so post-, that maybe we should stop referring to 1989 as being our zero historical year, and decide upon 2010 instead!). Taking pride in its avant-garde and nonconformist […]
Poems by Peycho Kanev
One Poet in Chicago This city is scary and supreme. Its shiny lakeshore with white yachts and seagulls and herons tilting quietly upon the marble waves.
Polite. Healing
(cronica nihilistei) de Cristina Nemerovschi (Morgothya) translated from Romanian by Silvia Bratu click pentru versiunea română The second baccalaureate session has passed with as many tears and as much heart-breaking whining as the first session which took place at the beginning of this summer. Indignant students, terribly annoyed parents furiously cursing the poor teachers […]
Poems by Ştefan Bolea
agnostic gnostic there’s no way you can prove god exists however I know you can build an alternate system of belief a non-god arises in my soul a fallen over-god perhaps still I believe I don’t believe in myself
e-Readers: Where We’re Going and Where We’ve Been
by Dee Mason If you’d walked up to someone just ten years ago and asked him or her how popular books will be in ten years, they’d probably tell you that they’d have become obsolete. ‘They’ll be completely out-dated and replaced by computers’, they’d likely say. Yet, here we are and books are still […]
The Rise of the Fallen
de de Lucian Mareș The Payment As I travel to the point of origin, all is fading and black void shrouds the nexus from which all life sprouts. I find myself lost in the black void, with no compass to follow and no means to travel further. I am alone, yet the one that […]