e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Monica Manolachi Like two dots on the horizon, Bucharest and Budapest are often confused. Both are capital cities in Eastern Europe. Both begin with the same two letters and their names rhyme. Both have three syllables, the stress falls on the first one in each case and both have six letters in common. If […]
The idiosyncratic We are humans whom People think of us as being aberrant We behave in a way that is eccentric to their own way Does that mean we are abnormal?
My Yard Taking a walk in my Yard this morning. My Yard isn’t anything like your yard. My Yard has no trees or flowers.
A Love-Thought: for Qi Hong This yearning burns my marrows into itchy bubbles Till… my innermost being evaporates With the hot air of feel
I look at my life (After Su Tung Po) Through a night vaster than the sea, I walk under trees hung with sagging leaves.
Grace In this dimly-lit attic, you open a trunk, unleash the Korean War.
Already seeking a foundational bedrock in the golden age A gaspingly impatient hominid clinging to a sea-wave battered rock, just an isolated promontory jutting into the vast and wine-dark vacancy
cum / varianta b. / de ce. într-un maraton în care nu ai plănuit să te duci alergarea continuă în jurul sinelui milimetru secundă,
by Annie Rachele Lanzillotto I am having elective surgery today. Heart removal. Cardiectomy. “It’s routine,” the cardiectologist says, “simpler even than removing a breast.” Swap my heart for a ten thousand volt transformer equivalent to the size it takes to heat a small house. This will easily supply an appropriately alternating current for my height […]
City nights. the flesh of the moon is a thin slice of apple: browning