e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Sharafadeen Muhsinah It was night and I already ate my dinner while I was ready to pray my last Rakats (obligatory prayer) for the day when I stumbled on a post of one my seniors in the university who studies nursing and was just posted to “ARO” for one of her practicals. The status […]
by Ronald Merkin Just before leaving home Hal thought of a joke he’d like to tell during his performance that evening. To lead into it he’d need a plant in the audience, but he wouldn’t have a chance to talk with any of its members beforehand. Unable to think of anyone to ask at the […]
by Rubem Didini Filho The Neanderthals, an extinct species of hominids, lived in Europe and parts of Asia approximately between 400,000 and 40,000 years ago. Their existence spanned a significant period of time before eventually becoming extinct. The Tamancos Neanderthals appeared to shed light on the world about the secrets of a civilization that lived […]
from Ukraine, Kharkov translated from Russian by Sergey Gerasimov A Pair of Opening Scissors Like a scorpion that hears through the night the velvet steps of a caravan far, far away,
Arad, Romania At ease on a cracking splintery bench in the Serbian slums, with the Old Theatre on the eastern side
Fallen genealogy you have been systematically sucked into the wayward bowel of my headstrong harem an unborn child outside of Wedlock’s Stockade wonders at the shape of an accuser’s fingernail this torture is inhumane and lacks moral justice “I have erred, no doubt. Debase the earth that I had trodden upon because I have […]
Jeder stirbt für sich allein I tell a tale, you tell a lie Doch jeder stirbt für sich allein In the last tale, your soul for sale The truth you stood for no good
The kids of my year So there they are – not in alphabetical order but in three rows by height –
My dreamed hedgehog. The new-Celtic elegy according to Mr. Paweł Markiewicz I lost the cute hedgehog in last summer. I can just only dream overnight – mourn. The amaranthine body lay on grass.
The Day God Disappeared “You can pretend you talk to Him But He ain’t here He’s gone.” You’re here. The day sunny and windless – rare during the winter. Carrion birds stalk lower and lower, suddenly sail up, then