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Stories
Heiko H. Caimi – Alice in the mirror
After taking a shower, Alice stood in front of her mirror, without looking at it. It was a large, vertical mirror, almost occupying the...
Heiko H. Caimi – Sick Earth
I came home in the evening, while long shadows were extending between the buildings, bridging at dusk. I crossed the main street and slipped...
Words from Ireland
Interviews
Meeting Mark Wingrave: “I’m attracted to what I don’t know”
I came into contact with the artist Mark Wingrave through our shared interest in the work of Ukrainian poet Olga Bragina. Reading a couple...
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EDITORIAL
From the kitchen: Two-tongued Sea
How is a new Inkroci column born? How is an anthology conceived? Reading this story, you’re a witness to the inception of a transnational...
COVER
COMICS
Literatures
Lyn Coffin – on the street below…
on the street below
the tanks rolled on like
congealing lava
you grab the backpack
you prepared a week
ago and add your
mother's antique salt
cellar then rail...
Daniel Meurois-Givaudan – This Nail I Hammered
If there is a book that can really open hearts and minds, and lead to a new direction in life, is "This Nail I...
Natalie Diaz – How the Milky Way Was Made
My river was once unseparated. Was Colorado. Red —
fast flood. Able to take
anything it could wet—in a wild rush—
all the way to...
Fiona Sampson – Frankenstein’s Golem
Who is this
moving swiftly
through darkness
in a landscape
not yet given
form by daylight
slipping shapeless
as a shadow
through the dark
and unknown places
wearing night
next to his skin
wearing a pelt
of...
Fernanda Burgath – “my mother said that…”
my mother said that
that her mother’s said
that her mother and grandmother
also said
that yes, you have to do
the great-grandmother said yes
because who first said that...
Boris Slutsky – How They Killed My Grandmother
How did they kill my grandmother?
This is how they killed my grandmother:
In the morning a tank
Rolled up to the city bank.
One hundred and fifty...
Reviews
Giuseppe Genna – Big Red Mother
Guido Lopez, an interim detective at the Milan central police department, is playing tennis with...
Fabrizio De André – Storia di un impiegato [A Clerk’s Tale]
Storia di un impiegato, the sixth studio LP by Fabrizio De André, written with Giuseppe...
Marguerite Duras – Blue Eyes, Black Hair
The indefiniteness of love
Emotions that chase each other on a stage made of nothing. Gestures...
Valerio Evangelisti – At Alphaville’s Periphery
That amazing Evangelisti!
This is a collection of thrilling essays, that, touching upon modernity and its...
Piergiorgio Odifreddi – The Gospel According to Science. Religions to the Litmus Test
The pontificating atheist
The author, who usually feels a great sense of self-satisfaction when is fond...
Toto – Falling in Between
The album which marks the end of the career for Toto (but at the time...
George Mackay Brown – Greenvoe
What is the difference between community and society? As individuals, we recognize that we are...
Seumas O’Kelly – Waysiders. Stories of Connacht
Waysiders is a path. At the same time, it is an extremely strong emotional experience,...
Jane Austen – Lady Susan
The art of planning the heart
This is a ruthless epistolary novel, apparently with no way...
Shahrnush Parsipur – Women Without Men
The Right To Exist
In a garden of Karaj, destination and visionary, poetic womb of a...
