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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...

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Nenad Joldeski – You

you have pulled every hair from your body and planted them in dry earth you tell yourself that one day maybe something will sprout that it will be as slow and sweet as water grinding rock while the...

Nenad Joldeski – Ненад Јолдески

Nenad Joldeski was born in 1986 in Struga, Macedonia. In 2010 he graduated at the state faculty of Economy in Skopje. In 2013 he received master degree in comparative literature on the subject “Intertextual...

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...

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...

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