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...

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...

Compartments for Coins and Rings – By Jasmina Mihajlovic

I love mysterious houses and unusual objects in them, and I love stories about houses and unusual objects. Told or written. And in real life...

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...

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...

Stren – By R. Sebastian Bennett

         Tomato George drove us up toward the mesa in his vegetable truck. He knew of a pond out behind 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...

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...

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...

Stars above Detroit – By Jonathan B. Ferrini

  It was a cold and snowy December when I was handed the address of a “crack house” in one of the deserted and boarded...
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