e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Alexandra Claudia Manta Languidly, I squeeze ink from my wrath. Purple ink covers these soul-peels like little fractal veins circulating my unloaded anger. My moth-mouth stares at daylight wide open, burnt by the unexpected gift of foreseeing. I am legion, but I am squandered. Split I am by your eye blink, and unlocked to […]
by Alexandra Claudia Manta Lately I’ve been thinking at some linguistic operations such as substitution, permutation, and at underlining and the use of block letters in written communication. I and Myself. I within Myself. I whom I see in that which I see you see. Is reality merely a question of vision and point of […]
by Marius Surleac I run over the seas and dive in the skylines burnt by the fires of hell the night that will come with all its whispers will embrace us
by Marius Surleac today dig under me with your bare hands until you’ll pass the ribs you’ll lose half of your soul the blood will spread over the knees and within hair, emotions will be gripped
by Marius Surleac rest your wounds in my shelter tomorrow when I’ll have to die you shall give me a kiss
by Marius Surleac through dice the six-shooter gleams at the burnt end of the bullet at the other end, like in a comet tale, blood spheres
by Marius Surleac hell is beyond the grey blocks – the desert where no human skeletons resisted to erosion, but became part of
(eidotomii) by Patrick Călinescu It is now quite a few years since I first thought of the changes, if any, that the Internet brings to literature. When this idea, that the Internet might indeed alter the body of literature being published virtually, occurred to me, I was just a student in the third year zealously […]
(jidovul rătăcitor) de Paul Belce Am rămas surprins văzând numărul în creştere de cărţi care te învaţă cum să reuşesti în afaceri şi în viaţa sexuală, să fii un bun actor, să ai o personalitate dominantă etc. Aceste reţete, pe care le consider expresia unei promovări a eficienţei comportamentale, îmi apar totodată ca simptom al […]
O cină mai târziu se întâlniră din nou. Ea era într-un alt schimb şi el se schimbase recent în pijamaua lui de seară, imaculată la vedere şi de un verde atât de scânteietor, încât părea să îi fi orbit cerul organic de stele. Coincidenţă sau nu, dar intrară în sala de mese a spitalului aproape […]