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Killing black crows

2 December, 2012 от · 1 comment

Milena Valkanova Photo: alicepopkorn Killing black crows Never makes for Lost albino hopes

Under an Alien Name

26 November, 2012 от · No comments

Aksinia Mihailova Photo: scotthudson Many nights in a row he has been coming back to the terrace of my dreams, mounting its crumbling steps – a silent shade like an abandoned house, he seeks his face in the empty eyes of weathered window sills, a bandana of fading colors with a bundle of parched cornflowers […]

The Lilac in Front of My House

5 June, 2012 от · No comments

Changming Yuan Photo: inajeep Leaves hip-hopping to the music of early summer One long branch flirting with every passer-by Trunk shaking with laughter from last spring But behind the fence, your roots remain firm Never budging a single inch, between day and night

Within the Rain Zone

20 December, 2011 от · No comments

Changming Yuan Photo: FelixHuth On the local screens, one beside another It shows low clouds drifting like fog That can be seen on the walls of highrises Here the rain downpours as if all the tabs In the heavens have been turned on Curtains of beads, giving us more privacy More freedom, more serenity

“A Poet Can Do Anything” – An Interview with Bulgarian Writer Toma Markov

18 December, 2011 от · No comments

As a poet, novelist, playwright, journalist and musician, Bulgarian writer Toma Markov needs no introduction. If you haven’t read his latest book – the romance novel “Luizza Hut” – make sure to do it, and if you have – don’t miss his next collection of poems – “ANTI-KURT-COBAINIAN DEEDS” . Photo: Sofia Pavlova Can a […]

An Interview with Sigitas Parulskis by Klara Barcic

16 October, 2011 от · 1 comment

An interview with Sigitas Parulskis by Klara Barcic (Vilnius, August 25, 2011) Photo by Klara Sigitas Parulskis, a Lithuanian contemporary poet, playwright, essayist, novelist and translator, who has translated into Lithuanian works of A. Chekhov, D. Charms, L. Andreyev, J. Brodskij, O. Mandelshtam, V. Yerofeyev, D. Gorchov, A. Turgenev and S. Shepard among others, was […]

Early Birds

10 October, 2011 от · No comments

Changming Yuan Photo: Auntie K When I heard that bold yawing Knocking at my double-glazed window A sound in the mind echoed From an unknown voice

In Break Formation

3 October, 2011 от · 1 comment

Donal Mahoney Photo: zigazou76 The indications used to come like movie fighter planes in break formation, one by one, the perfect plummet, down and out. This time they’re slower. But after supper, when I hear her in the kitchen hum again, hum higher, higher, till my ears are numb, I remember how it was the […]

The Week… Raindrops with Susan Sontag

3 April, 2011 от · 5 comments

Photo: beamillion Sanity is a cozy lie. Today everything exists to end in a photograph. Photo: mark217 I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list. The likelihood that your acts of resistance cannot stop the injustice does not exempt you from acting in what you sincerely and reflectively hold to be the best interests […]


27 March, 2011 от · 1 comment

Sabina Karleva Photo: fdecomite The portable sunrise That’s opening a bitter eye over the most lonesome sea I transferred to the edge of the possible I’m putting my finger deep inside the flower That’s blooming with big and heavy F l e s h y leaves In the reddest desert…

Artist of the Week– Maya Lyubenova

12 February, 2011 от · 3 comments

Interview by Violeta Petkova with Maya Lyubenova Maya Lyubenova: “I wouldn’t say there’s much difference between a photo and a haiku.“ How do you understand haiku – is it a kind of art, a way of life or necessity of the spirit? Haiku is poetry, and poetry is art, but I always say it isn’t […]

Nikki Purrs

31 January, 2011 от · No comments

Michael Lee Johnson Photo: fazen Soft nursing 5 solid minutes of purr paws paddling like a kayak competitor against ripples of my 60 year old river rib cage- I feel like a nursing mother but I’m male and I have no nipples. Sometimes I feel afloat. Nikki is a little black skunk, kitten, suckles me […]

The Lighting Technicians

17 January, 2011 от · No comments

Kristin Dimitrova Photo: calliope Theodor Bogdanov was powdering his face. “Sometimes I think he is following me. No, I’m sure he follows me. Hiding in the doorway of the house across the street, waiting for me to come out. Then, as I’m trying to figure out whether the drizzle is worth an umbrella, and I’m […]

The Confessions of a Sex Doll

9 November, 2010 от · 1 comment

Kristin Dimitrova Photo: arcticpuppy It was love at first sight. Stooping, he entered the shop and threw a quick glance around, just in case. His coat collar was turned up and his hat was pulled over his eyes. As it closed, the door hit the little bell above and he flinched. For a moment I […]

Closed Figures

17 September, 2010 от · No comments

Kristin Dimitrova Photo: Pink Sherbet Photography Everywhere nets of people support each other and allow no leaks. The impulse runs in closed figures and looks good, but it isn’t.


11 August, 2010 от · 2 comments

Mariana Velichkova Photo: Niffty.. We are honest and decent reasonable, chaste again frigidly faithful almost sterile burdened by rules and pain

Strange desire

6 August, 2010 от · 3 comments

Dimana Ivanova Translated from Bulgarian to English by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer Photo: wili I want to weave you in my hair, pack you in my skin, slip you on my finger, like a wound from a wedding ring.

Gingerbread Lady

5 August, 2010 от · No comments

Michael Lee Johnson Photo: weglet Gingerbread lady, no sugar or cinnamon spice; years ago arthritis and senility took their toll. Crippled mind moves in then out, like an old sexual adventure blurred in an imagination of fingertip thoughts. Who remembers the characters? There was George, her lover, near the bridge at the Chicago River: she […]

The Coming One

30 July, 2010 от · No comments

Kristin Dimitrova Photo: mikebaird No, he wasn’t fat or skinny, tall or short, he wasn’t good or evil, but only neutral, like a geometric point – no mass, but how it pierces the sheet.

No one gets hurt, you pump

29 July, 2010 от · No comments

Simon Perchik Photo: claire1066 No one gets hurt, you pump into a parachute, cup one hand to float down, the other as if water could rub off the way the sky still gushes from the once blue Earth and your sleeve tearing apart