poems by Stephanie V. Sears
On the Lake Something tells you that it will not be here forever Although highlights and shadows move Through the day in permanence.
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On the Lake Something tells you that it will not be here forever Although highlights and shadows move Through the day in permanence.
Induction, a Short One People often say In this country There is no need for fiction making Life is fiction Reality is surreality
by Andrew Evans Well, I had done it again. I had gotten myself lost, in a new and bustling world city. My lust for adventure and culture had become a source of amusement to my family and friends. I was constantly blundering around blindly, oozing a false sense of confidence in my non-existent orienteering skills.
by Zary Fekete In Budapest, if you wake up in the middle of the night by a flash of lightning and a burst of thunder when you go out in the morning to the rain-washed sidewalks of the city you will find snails. After every rain the byways of this grand city must be shared […]
by D.E. Nikci First, there was darkness.
[Alexander the Great and the Gordian knot model] by Ana Bazac Etymologically, to be radical means to go to the “root of the matter”, that “for man, … is man himself”[i]. But this simple explanation is inherently abstract, if it is not developed in its multi facets concreteness. *** One aspect of the radicalness of thinking […]
[interview with Nazmi Ağıl] by Monica Manolachi It is June 2023 and we are at the University of Bucharest, where the 24th edition of the Annual International Conference of the English Department of the Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures usually takes place. The small two-floor building in Pitar Moș Street, which has hosted the event […]
by Catalina Florina Florescu Abstract: This is a reflection post performance of the last piece of my trilogy on breast cancer. The views expressed here are solely mine. Keywords: (breast) cancer; choreography; joie de vivre ; community. Part 1: Anatomy of a word When I first heard the word cancer, I was a teen. I was […]
[a failed interview with chat gpt] by Sorin-Mihai Grad I tried to find answers to some key questions from the hero of the day and everyone’s darling chat gpt. Unfortunately, its sense of humor is still a work in progress. Below you can read a transcript of our discussion. What nobel prize is beavis most […]
by Douglas Young Mimosa Mitchell was an 85-year-old “pillar of the community” and matriarch of one of the most prominent families in Petunia Springs. Indeed, for generations the Mitchells had been a significant presence among the town’s politicians, doctors, bankers, and accountants. Mimosa’s late husband had long enjoyed the largest medical practice in all […]