LITERATURES FROM THE WORLD
Ahimaaz Ben Paltiel and the Book of Descents
Towards the end of the eighteenth century the discovery of a manuscript found in the Library of Toledo Cathedral by Adolph Neubauer, a librarian...
WORDS FROM IRELAND
June Caldwell – Upcycle: an account of some strange happenings on...
It is hardly worth telling, this story of mine, or at least in a modern context, because so many people go through the same...
Lauren Foley – Hot Rocks
Seaside village, North County Dublin, Ireland, 1993
Her first boyfriend used to kiss her after coffee and oranges. It was a strange taste. But she...
LATEST
FACING EAST
Alexander Shurbanov – The Circle Closes
Sea turtles thrive as coronavirus lockdowns
empty nesting beaches, experts say.
There, the infection thrust
its mercury column into people’s hearts
and they themselves barred their own doors
against each other and one against all.
Then men turned prisoners to...
Alexander Shurbanov – Waiting for Schliemann
Everything I’ve written
has its whereabouts
in spacetime.
Not a word is invented,
not a sound.
If one day a Schliemann
rakes the dust of the ages,
Troy the unconquerable
will surface
such as it has been
in actuality –
with Hecuba
chained to the...
What propels poetry into being is amazement: conversation with Alexander Shurbanov
I met Alexander Shurbanov in Sofia during the summer of 2016, on the occasion of a brief visit to the capital of Bulgaria connected with the publication of a collection of my poems by...
Alexander Shurbanov
Alexander Shurbanov (Sofia, 1941) is author of many books of poems and essays. He has translated into Bulgarian Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, Shakespeare’s mature tragedies, Milton’s Paradise Lost and Samson Agonistes, Rabindranath Tagore’s and...
Sotirios Pastakas – Babel
No, I don’t come from Eleusis. Southern Italy.
Sandy returned from the Aegean rally in Nisyros.
I found Yannis in 37 and he bought me a mojito.
Mihos has reached the final stage
of his glorious grieving. Akanthos...
Sotirios Pastakas
Sotirios Pastakas (born in Larissa, Thessaly, in 1954), studied medicine in Rome, a significant period for his training, and for thirty years he worked as a psychiatrist in Athens. He has published numerous collections...
THE STONE
Claire Loader – Qetesh
A goddess sits at the end of my bed,
visits these nights of waking.
Where thoughts run
more than fingers, hands wary
of the divide.
Instead we turn...
