Tag: Heiko H. Caimi

  After taking a shower, Alice stood in front of her mirror, without looking at it. It was a large, vertical mirror, almost occupying the...

  I came home in the evening, while long shadows were extending between the buildings, bridging at dusk. I crossed the main street and slipped...

  Joy and revolution An extremely fascinating long story, which mixes Christian culture and “The Arabian Nights” into a crucible of familiar references while avoiding sterility...

There is something out in the dark that wants to correct us. Each time I think “this,” it answers “that.” Answers hard, in the heart-grammar’s strictness. If...

An hour is not a house, a life is not a house, you do not go through them as if they were doors to another. Yet an hour...

  Choosing  to tell the world of labor, the real one, live, experienced day after day by people who do or suffer it- in ten...

The best spy is the one uncovering history A decent anthology, edited by Otto Penzler, with prominent authors and fourteen stories which, though in most...

Mother, mother how much you are tongue to me how much language is to me my mother blending strong with soft, soft words immeasurably true in their...

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...

Our future is our past Assommoir: watering hole, or, in this case, butchery. This is what Colombe’s inn was called. And we can easily understand...