e-revista EgoPHobia
de Adrian Ioniţă (USA) for the English version, click here Ai tăiat un contur generos în cadrul uşii. Cabina de machiaj devenise mică de parcă ne aflam într-o colive cu pereţi de cauciuc. Totul era o formalitate. Lumea ştia acest lucru şi se întreba de ce, după spectacole, veneai să mă vezi. […]
by Adrian Ioniţă (USA) Translation from Romanian by Martin Potter and Mirona Palas re-write by Robert Fenhagen pentru versiunea română click aici How and why did I come to work for you at the end of your life? Why you come to visit me after a performance was once food for gossip, but has […]
By Adrian Ioniţă (USA) Our inaugural issue of the Short Story section of EgoPHobia (#22) was followed by a wave of submissions, and we had a hard time to review and take under consideration all of them. This was the reason why, regarding our decision to approve their stories, with few exceptions, many writers did not […]
Alexandru Potcoava:
The three ladies, Adel, Juliana and Medi, started their trip to the vegetable market. Medi led the way out of the apartment, pulling her leash tight. Drawn with open arms between the dog and the old lady, Juliana was trying to keep the crew together. Swinging on Adel’s bony hand the empty nest tote bag was the only unfazed partaker of this picture.
[an interview with Dr. Adrian-Silvan Ionescu] by Adrian Ioniţă and Silvia-Alexandra Zaharia As promised, we continued our interview with Dr. ASI, exploring the wonderful world of re-enactment. We talked at length about Waterloo and his 2008 re-enactment, and poured the story in a cup too precious to be mixed by interventions. Here we have: Dr. Asi at Waterloo!
by Adrian Ioniţă (USA) Translation from Romanian by Manuela Cazan pentru versiunea română click aici It’s funny to watch the world from above, looking through the reflections of a water that’s been engineered to be regularly changed. The ceiling is covered in candy-pink insulation and a semi-transparent plastic foil. Under it, a couple of mice […]
de Adrian Ioniţă for the English version, click here Tavanul e acoperit cu izolaţie roz bonbon şi o folie de plastic semitransparentă. Sub folie, doi şoareci se plimbă de parcă ar fi pe patinoar. Ciudat să observi lumea de sus, privind prin oglinda unei ape dozate să fie schimbată ciclic. Îmi ţin răsuflarea, pentru că nu vreau […]
Karel Cispic:
A chuckle died in his throat as he realized fully what he was about to do. Shovel after shovel of dried dirt flew in back of him until the magic moment when he hit wood. He could tell by the solid thudding sound that metal made against wood. It was a satisfying sound. An organic sound. Thud, thump. Thump, thump. He used the blade of the shovel to pry open the casket. No smell came out, but the sight was not a pleasant one. Pavel’s emaciated and very dead face had a rictus grin that sent a fright up Karel’s spine. The dead poet seemed to be smiling at him.
by Adrian Ioniţă (USA) Edited by Robert Fenhagen “What is wrong with this baby?” Thank you, Doctor. “He’s watching us. He is!” Thank you, bitch-nurse. “Slap him!” ordered the Doctor. Thank you, again, you righteous bastard
EMERGING and ESTABLISHED WRITERS WANTED via Free Press Release Romania (Press Release) June 2, 2009 — Starting with the 22nd issue, EgoPHobia e-zine is announcing the opening of the Short Story section. The managing editor of this project is Mr. Robert Fenhagen (USA).