poems by Ouyang Yu
Induction, a Short One People often say In this country There is no need for fiction making Life is fiction Reality is surreality
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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.
Csigák
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 […]
Rebirth
by D.E. Nikci First, there was darkness.
“Poetry is the process of turning that raw metal of experience into an aesthetic object”
[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 […]
An Urgent Legal Matter
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 […]
Paris Twilight
by Julian Gallo Luz stands on the balcony, holding the rail and leaning forward, a shaft of the fading sunlight illuminating a strand of hair which billows in the breeze. A few autumn leaves spiral upwards from the street, rotating in the air before catching another updraft and fluttering away. She leans her elbows on […]
poems by T.S. Hidalgo
Song-objection-obsession, facing a grave not William Carlos Williams’ In a tank, the cited obsession. A prosperous eccentric, war veteran, decides, every once in a while, to steamroll the door of a nearby cemetery,
poems by Doru Chirodea
26. There are a few languages that have a plural form for the already plural number And even for the plural of the plural of the initial plural But no language has a denomination for a more singular than the regular singular
Experimental short stories [I]
by Kevin Johnson Murillo The Beggar The Giver “The fact of the matter is I have nothing to offer you, my pockets are empty, my shirt coat is empty, my stomach is empty. If I had anything to offer you, I’d give it away freely without a moment’s hesitation. I’ve never been one to cling […]