VERY SHORT STORIES
Miriam Bonetti – Central coffee bar
The Central was the historical bar in town, situated like a breach in the walls that surrounded the square along with an agonizing greengrocer’s...
Mattia Di Carlo – Bass Riff
Some of my new neighbors are listening to Talking Heads. Who the hell is pumping up David Byrne & co. at ten in the...
SHORT STORIES
Antonia Buizza – Angela
“Angela, don’t run: you know that after you are going to have a sore throat”.“Ok, mum, I’m coming”.Mother and daughter went back...
POPULAR
Barbara Ungar – PRIVILEGE (or, WHY WE CALL THE LAKE BDE...
I am swimming on this hot May day
on a deserted beach in my white skin
I learned to swim in Minneapolis lakes,
one named after...
CLASSICS
Gertrude Stein – Johnny Grey
What did he say. I was disagreeing with him.
He said he didn't have it by...
Kate Chopin – Désirée’s Baby
As the day was pleasant, Madame Valmondé drove over to L’Abri to see Désirée and...
T. S. Eliot – Eeldrop and Appleplex
I
Eeldrop and Appleplex rented two small rooms in a disreputable part of town. Here they...
James Baldwin – The Blind Men and the Elephant
There were once six blind men who stood by the road-side every day, and begged...
Joseph Conrad – The Lagoon
The white man, leaning with both arms over the roof of the little house in...
POETS' CORNER
Barbara Ungar – PRIVILEGE (or, WHY WE CALL THE LAKE BDE MAKA SKA)
I am swimming on this hot May day
on a deserted beach in my white skin
I...
Tom Phillips – Poetry is the new rock’n’roll
None of us really wants it, do we?
Poetry is the new rock’n’roll –
the fame, the...
Tom Phillips
Tom Phillips was born in Buckinghamshire in 1964. He is a freelance writer and guest...
Barbara Ungar – Dear Bill
Isn’t it great
not being dead yet
you’d say and giggle.
Is it great being dead too?
Lucky, Whitman...
Barbara Ungar – Venus with a Mirror
after Titian
Love expects her own radiance to last
forever.
Her large soft body,
doughy belly and...
