e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
Winters, December translation from Romanian by Margaret Wilmot & Elena Mihu [MTTLC student] I was turning into a chameleon I only enjoy writing about myself I get bored writing about other people, it feels superficial like sliding on thin ice In any case, I could care less about pleasing someone else Fuck off and that’s […]
translation from Romanian by Barbara Dordi & Anca Bălăşoiu [MTTLC student] Since he felt he was a waste of flesh Since he felt he was a waste of flesh he paid for his euthanasia and set the finale. Since he knew there were people who needed his insides to go on
by Marcus Goldberg I am a wicked sound that spoils the harmony the world so dull can’t understand it lives in vain
by Marcus Goldberg I keep words inside my brain’s womb I let them out to breathe cancer maybe to get stronger and to become the weapons they should be
by Marcus Goldberg the flame of the candle went sailing as the smoke from its darkness entered my lungs
by Diana Todea yells passing the Sabbath choir Muslim girls covered in death’s breath Israel praying in mud with fingers crossed my pagan ache is a black line over the continents
by Diana Todea the right and wrong, the Christian tale collapse- the Germans look behind and hit the wall the Jews enslaved
by Diana Todea The murmur of your voice pulsates, breathes in water. Outside your body, the herbs have stopped your heart,
by Gene Tanta [USA] pentru versiunea română a acestui text click aici Back in Romania, I knew a gypsy boy named God who carved words in his inner thigh Back in Romania, I knew a gypsy boy named God who carved words in his inner thigh with barbed wire teeth as he ran from the […]
by Valery Oisteanu [USA] The City Where It Was Illegal to Die Standardland is hot and dry. The asphalt melts under your shoes and seems to float away into the traffic. Dilapidated cars sit abandoned on the central boulevard next to the fashion mall. In the city where it is forbidden to die, the inhabitants […]