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Floating Landscape

The young Maan is tormented by the death of her boyfriend Sam, a young painter who died after the relapse of a serious hereditary...

Iliyana Deleva – Sad mornings…

Sad mornings, lonely evenings, breathless days and strange nights … I swallow tears, run though days and the moment I’m here – I want you more. I live stars, I dream moons. I calm...

Riccardo Duranti – Another Dream

In this one you stand not quite against an ancient, slanted mulberry tree in the languid attitude of a Saint Sebastian half armoured by your own hair hands...

Baret Magarian – The Fabrications

Taking tea with the gods: Baret Magarian’s binary realities London has always been the smoky city of doppelgängers and pacts made with the devil. Marlowe...

Iliyana Deleva – I strip to the skin…

I strip to the skin – I’m not naked: vitiligo is a garment which both conceals and reveals the reason that gave it birth. Translated by Tom Phillips Original text: * Събличам...

Barbara Ungar – Your Mother Serves Tongue

How could you put another creature’s tongue into your mouth? How could you bite, chew, swallow? Cannibal. Obscene. How could you tell the difference between a cow’s tongue and its delicious rump?...

Iliyana Deleva – The wall’s memory

‘Red’s shadow is brown’ – graffiti on the wall of the National Academy of the Arts. It’s not there now. The wall’s been repainted since then, and other graffiti has...

Iliyana Deleva – Home

after every poetry workshop slivers of poetry remain today the theme is home I leave a piece of home in the hospital ward at visiting time Translated by Tom Phillips Original...

Patrick Süskind – Perfume

Paris, 1738: the fish market. Here, in the smelliest place of the smelliest city in the world, was born Jean-Baptiste Grenuille, the perfume genius. From...

Iliyana Deleva – Translator

Reveals the secret stones of the tongue. And of silence. Lays hold of meanings. Translates them into words. Pulls us against the current. Reaches the vortex. Catches fish and releases them. Plock! Translated...