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Ivor Hogg Photo: peasap The veils grow thin on all souls eve and vengeful ghosts are free to leave. The kingdom of eternal night to seek revenge and vent their spite. On erst while relatives and friends, Who have not tried to make amends. Insults offered before they died long brooded on and magnified.

Milena Ivanova-Andreeva Photo: Dia™ Artificial clouds to cool Earth (a headline in Standart newspaper, July 1, 2006) Vienna’s biggest inconvenience is ashtrays: with every cigarette snuffed out in The Kiss, you increasingly give up on Klimt (at the expense of smoking).

Sonja de Vries Photo: L Bonnett We rode the train from Amsterdam to Belgrade It was 1947. I was beginning to look like a woman again after being all knees and elbows, living on potatoe skins and roots all those years. Now we had bread, and even cheese, a bottle of wine from Spain. The […]

Petar Tchouhov Photo: movimente I want you to do a little striptease for me no, I don’t mean you tie up your hair

Theo Edmonds Photo: Frenkieb In the modern times in which we live, we rarely hear of someone seeing an angel. We sometimes hear talk of angels. We have all certainly seen the great art throughout the ages that depict angels as glorious beings with wings and halos. In the Bible there are accounts of angels […]

Vladimir Levchev Photo: suneko The sun is dark yellow. The willow leaves are mirrors ringing above the illuminated waters.

Chungyen Chang Photo: Gaetan Lee I’m exploring the last traces of humanity left in my fingers as they scrape away at the page i’m leaving it all behind

Dimitar Atanasov By ancient Bulgarian tradition, today, the 26th of October is the widely celebrated holiday Dimitrovden – the name day of all men who bear the name Dimitar, and all women who bear the name Dimitrina. For this occasion, we give you an excerpt from Dimitar Atanasov’s book, “The Church ‘St. Martyr Dimitar’ in […]

Barbara Sabol Photo: nathalielaure Mothers forget to mind the heavens and miss when daughters smuggle stars into the house under white cotton blouses, mistaking their shine for filigree

David Harrity Photo: txd …you are the bell, and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you… —Billy Collins When my mind wanders in church, I wonder if it’s possible to write a love poem about us using the metaphor of a bell and it not be completely sexual. I’m finding it hard to […]

Kerana Angelova Photo: mysza831 Introduction She was laden with years like an old quince tree. Though the fruit had already been picked, the tree in its mind continued to carry its load and lacked the strength to straighten its branches. It’s time, old woman Pignyo said to herself. Once, in the evening, something had cheeped […]

We are happy to mark two years of our virtual friendship on Public Republic, the place which we created and continue to create every day for meetings and sharing. I am excited to send greetings and congratulations to everyone on our special occasion – two years since the inception of an international project focused on […]

Photo: woodleywonderworks On the 21st of October, 2008, we celebrate two years since the launch of the Bulgarian edition of Public Republic. Here is what a few of our readers and authors have to say about this significant milestone:

Brian Russell Photo: indi.ca J.R. Moehringer’s lyrical and deeply moving memoir, “The Tender Bar,” employs great use of wordplay – including literary allusions, alliteration, repetition, and reversals. The title itself is the first example of Moehringer’s love of words and wordplay in that it is a play on the word “bartender,” flipping the two words […]

Virtual exhibition with photos by Evgeni Dinev “In order to take photos that move people, you will have to see with your heart.” Linda Adda, photographer Evgeni Dinev is definitely a person who invests emotion and soul in each of his photos.

Ivanka Mogilska Photo: Jsome1 I cannot tell you What her scream will be tomorrow. A seagull with a dead fish in her beak Is the present. The fish eyes swallow All the screams.

Jill Koren Photo: longhorndave It flies up out of the tub drain it is definitely a bat but she has a human face

Robert Walton Photo: XirannisX en Off Insistent claws, Smaller than a rodent’s, Furrowed the corners of your mouth. Hunger’s touch Was never a caress.

Rumiana Raykova Photo: Clearly Ambiguous Creeping thickened down the exquisite palate of March a spring allusion expecting nocturnal violets

David Snell Photo: A. www.viajar24h.com “Ronnie Lee?” Mentally, the boy winced at the name his mother still called him. He was 17, after all. He’d told his mother and father and sister and any one else who’d listen that he was now “Ron.” It was cool and simple, not buttoned-down like “Ronald,” his given name.