Persistence of Death
by Marcus Goldberg the flame of the candle went sailing as the smoke from its darkness entered my lungs
say No to democracy
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
We are all Jews
by Diana Todea the right and wrong, the Christian tale collapse- the Germans look behind and hit the wall the Jews enslaved
Outside in this dream
by Diana Todea The murmur of your voice pulsates, breathes in water. Outside your body, the herbs have stopped your heart,
English Poems
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 […]
Standardland
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 […]
Eventide
by Alexandru Potcoavă [Romania] translated from Romanian by Graham Mummery & Alina-Olimpia Miron [MTTLC student] “How’s my darling wife?” Colonel Petrescu’s vodka-soaked voice roared from the hallway. “I’m good, of course!” replied the lady-colonel from the living-room, in an irritated tone, while perusing a Soviet fashion magazine. “Finished the application?” “Finished for the day!“ […]
The Seagull
by Victor Loghin [Romania] translated from Romanian by Doris Plantus-Runey and Alina Roşu [MTTLC student] edited by Robert Fenhagen pentru versiunea română click aici “…The presence of the seagulls was disturbing me: I drove them out with stones. And I realised that their cries, of a supernatural stridency, were exactly what I needed, because only the […]
Western Politics and Whale Penises
by James Bent [Australia] edited by Robert Fenhagen pentru versiunea română click aici Look, when something gets on my nerves, I simply cannot go on with it. Like my flat-mate’s couches. I hate myself for it. I let people bring things into my life and I don’t even give a damn at the time to […]
Homesickness?
[From Berlin ist Mein Paris] by Carmen-Francesca Banciu [Germany] translated from German by Elena Mancini It was. A garden on hilly ground. At the edge of the village. Behind it the mouth of the forests. And the wilderness. And the acacia and the elder pollen in early summer. The village was high up in the […]