From the well (J’accuse)
If we are afraid of opinions that are not all the rage,
if what other people think scares us,if we don’t have the courage...
Silvio Donà – The first copy arrives
“It’s here!”
My wife’s voice on the phone is excited, even a little bit scared.
“Are you sure? ” I ask. It’s a stupid question, I...
Heiko H. Caimi – Poems in the Wind
The square. The portico. The clock tower, standing out from the city hall behind the square, reminds the townspeople of the uncertainty of time....
Silvio Donà – It’s an iPhone that, isn’t it?
Scene: the crowded compartment of a (filthy, need I say it?) Italian train.
A guy in jeans and a casual jacket is trying to cut...
Obsession is elsewhere
-But writing what?
-Writing about obsession, death.
-What obsession? What death?
-Writing about obsession, writing about death.
-I do not understand.
-You cannot. You cannot if you do not...
Silvio Donà – Alien Vs Accountant
What will people think of me?
I’m an idiot. That’s clear. It’s hard to balme them.
What do you think of somebody, who, while sitting at...
Heiko H. Caimi – Part -Time (or “On Springs”)
«The director was even moved», said Irina, the editor in chief of Amoreux.
«I'm glad», said Imerio at the other end of the line. But...
Gabriella Tonin – Aunt Serafina
The love of reading is her gift.
Reserved and, according to some, a bit grumpy, Aunt Serafina had been silently waiting for retirement, and then,...
Silvio Donà – Father, What Do You Do for a Living?
Living room of a middle-class apartment. A man in his forties, wearing jeans and a cotton shirt, is sitting on the couch with a...
Michele Curatolo – A Journey with the Master
The Master is a living median reincarnation between Yoko Ono and John Lennon, as if in his features, in his gestures, and even in...
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Valentina Meloni – As if it were an endless autumn
As if it were an endless autumn
silently one by one they leave
and buds already appear on branches
airy pollens are floating in flight
but the invisible...
Valentina Meloni
Born in Rome in 1976, since 2007 she has lived between Umbria and Tuscany.. She has published for poetry: Le regole del controdolore (Temperino...
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...
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...
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...
