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...
The Small-Town Sea – (An excerpt from the novel) By Anees Salim
Kindly join us for the Big Eid feast, Mr Unwin. Please be seated on the fictitious chair I have dragged out for you. Here...
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...
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...
Grandma Non-Oui – By Lidija Dimkovska ( An excerpt )
( Translated from the Macedonian by Christina E. Kramer )
June 2015 Split
In 1996, at the age of seventy-three, Grandma Nedjeljka got her airplane...
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....
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...
She was his Lolita – By Rimli Bhattacharya
She always loved to write and dance, it was in her blood. She had been dancing since age four. She knew singing as well...
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...
