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Stories
Willa Cather – Peter
“No, Antone, I have told thee many times, no, thou shalt not sell it until I am gone.”
“But I need money; what good is...
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...
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...
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COMICS
Literatures
Alfredo Rienzi – Verbs surrender, omens do not say
Verbs surrender, omens do not say
These lines, they say
of nothing that happens,
they do not portray facts.
A few rare fossil verbs endure:
It stands, it waits,...
Alfredo Rienzi – Nigredo
Some mists descend to hide
the sides of valleys and glades,
along lanes and trails untraced
on the maps . To hide, or to be lost,...
Alfredo Rienzi – One goes back where one has already been
I went back to exploring life
- wrapped in the leopard’s golden mantle –
the perfect ring, the cycle of everything:
a lot has changed after...
Alfredo Rienzi
Alfredo Rienzi (Venosa, 1959), lives in Turin since 1963. Physician. In 1993 he published Contemplando segni, a poetic collection that won the X Montale...
Sara Teasdale – There Will Come Soft Rains
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And...
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...
Reviews
Ellen Bass – Indigo
Indigo, a poem that titles the latest Ellen Bass’s collection
Indigo is a poem that titles...
Fiona Sampson – Two-Way Mirror: The Life of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning: the poet’s self-creation
British poet and author Fiona Sampson opens her book Two-Way...
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,...
