Everything is Extraordinary in Its Ordinariness
by Edward Michael Supranowicz [queen of the dancing heart]
poems by A.E. Baconsky
[Five Poems from Corpses in the Void] translated from Romanian by Ștefan Bolea Prophetic Anatomy There isn’t any poison left only some pale fluids the sunburnt tongue cries in agony
poem by Z. I. Sadeq
Moonlight During the faint hours of night the moon beckons to me.
Our Matchmaker was an Autonomous Car
by Jonathan Ferrini I checked in to the venerable hotel sitting atop Nob Hill in San Francisco greeting the cable car riders ascending California Street. It appeared in many well-known movies and afforded fantastic views of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco.
Honestly
by Kenneth M. Kapp “Honestly!” Little Bonny J waived her hands in the air. “Honestly, Mom, I didn’t eat those cookies. A girl has to be careful to keep her figure youthful. Even when you’re eight that’s important. You’ve told me that umpteen times. See, I do listen!”
Helicopter
by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Invited round. Small, wild garden with children. Stupid kids. Look at them, playing football. How can you talk with them kicking that bloody ball around? It’s going to hit …
Ce se poate găsi în Lăcașul Întunericului [II]
[Studii fantastice] de Oliviu Crâznic Despre Ciprian MITOCEANU (n. 1976) am scris de curând, analizându-i primul Lăcaș al întunericului.
Cochilia lumii
de Rodica Bretin În vara lui 1966 aveam şapte ani şi, în vacanţa mare petrecută în satul bunicii – unde altundeva? –, descoperisem nişte creaturi minunate: câinii de stână. Odată acceptată de fiarele cele miţoase, mă înfiinţam în bătătura ciobanului odată cu primii zori, cu buzunarele pline cu felii de cârnaţi sau pastramă. Cum apăream […]