Fiction

  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...

  Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska       Every story can be told in such a way that it will become more beautiful, and...

  Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska      My brother loved to eat soil, and I had to watch that he didn’t: do not let...

  (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...

  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. ...

  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...

  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...

  Davey lay on the road under the lights, green, orange, red, green, orange, his cheek on the grittyasphalt, his limbs hinged at weird angles....

  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...

    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...