Moving Shadow – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Chona’s Chocho and Damjan Dabiziv are sitting under the withered plum tree on the boundary. The boundary divides them...
Turkish Night – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Every story can be told in such a way that it will become more beautiful, and...
Soil – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
My brother loved to eat soil, and I had to watch that he didn’t: do not let...
Sunday Brunch with the World Maker- By Stefan Stenudd
(Below is a chapter from Sunday Brunch with the World Maker)
Elusive Life
I wouldn’t mind at all listening to some of Cael’s love stories, but I...
My Sister’s Troubles – By Robert Wexelblatt
Jason looks like a little fascist in his Cub Scout uniform. Another battle I lost, though I didn’t put up much of a fight. ...
This is Nothing – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Now I know; Then, I didn’t know what I was.
I remember that a woman’s two year old...
The Virgin – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Everything was prepared for my disgrace; they only waited for the monk to lie on his back under the...
The Last Matinee – By James Gering
Davey lay on the road under the lights, green, orange, red, green, orange, his cheek on the grittyasphalt, his limbs hinged at weird angles....
The Season of the Dandelions – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
“Do you know Nena?” my mother says before I take off my shoes and before I enter home. That...
Just that Night – By Rimli Bhattacharya
The laptop was open at that bedside table of mine. It was dead of night and I haven’t slept a wink. Normally by this...
