[library science] te scriu te citesc viața ta e o carte necunoscută ținută în lanțuri în sihăstrie o jumătate de sărut ca o dragoste incompletă aș fi vrut să…
Play Pretend
play pretend and then i'll see you at christmas maybe one or two times in the summer on the drives to beaches our friends wanna go to and then…
Dance Review: Mellomland
Imagine being seated in a darkened room. Your chair is cushioned. Somewhere in the dark you can hear the soft whine of a low powered motor and the rumbling of…
Poem: [reading / un-reading]
I read the poems written in the past years citesc poemele scrise în anii trecuți I reread them with a distorted attention le recitesc cu o atenție distorsionată I wish…
Poem: I need it to rain today
i need it to rain today cry a little in solidarity with me let it pour down in heavy tears let me listen to the sound of your fears …
International Trends in The Arts: Roma Futurism – Interview with Mihaela Drăgan
Mihaela Drăgan is an actress, playwright and singer from Bucharest, Romania. In 2014, she co-founded the independent Roma feminist theatre company Giuvlipen (meaning feminism in the Romani language), alongside Zita…
Poem: Polarization
Polarizare de Paul-Daniel Golban necunoscutul împarte întotdeauna lumina în direcții opuse un funigel te îmbrățișează de mâini – vara cea dogoritoare a trecut iar soarele tot mai negru lasă…
Encounter at Jegersberg
Encounter at Jegersberg Everything that I am about to narrate here is true. Yes, I could have mixed up some of the finer details, for I was lost and disoriented…
Azalea: Chapter 2
Azalea: Chapter 2 - Welcome to House Alighieri Azalea had once read ‘if you stare into the void, remember, the void will stare back’ and the ominous outline of…
Book review/recommendation: The Picture of Dorian Gray and The Secret History
Leaves, in crimson red and fiery orange, are pouring down every street corner, as the autumn season comes upon us. What better to do in this cozy and cold weather,…
Poem: In the Depths of an Ocean
In the depths of an ocean time moves in slow motion. The water gets colder, but my soul smolders. While the light becomes blind, I lose my peace of mind. …
Poem: My Tears Are Fireworks That Are Still Crying
I wake up in the hospital I do not remember much, yet at the same time I remember everything the chimera is a wound on my chest a broken dream…