Sunshine I An essential ingredient was necessary. After several hours of prayer and meditation the perfumer retired to bed, dropped his body and ascended into the cool night air. His soul glided over the surface of the swelling sea and flitted off waves like a skimming stone or a flying fish until he caught the… Michel Honegger weiterlesen
Kategorie: Lit-Mag #17
International Literary Magazine – September 2000
Edward Vukovic
Holesome Another day has passed. And another and another and another. Always passing, never stopping. Never a quick pop in for a chat. No coffees and teas, no breakfasts or brunches. Another day. Passes. Like sands through the hourglass. I hated that show. Iconicised drivel masquerading as entertainment. Feeding the masses with titbits of fake… Edward Vukovic weiterlesen
Reinhold Stumpf
Wiener G’schichten Déjà vu Das Taxi hupte schon zum zweiten Mal. Ausgerechnet heute war mein Wagen in der Werkstatt und ich wie immer zu spät. Verzweifelt bearbeitete ich ein frisches Hemd am Bügeltisch, gleichzeitig waren meine Gedanken im Kleiderschrank und selektierten eine passende Krawatte. Je öfter ich über den feinen Stoff bügelte, umso zügelloser schienen… Reinhold Stumpf weiterlesen
Mario Licón
Bruma-Bloon’s Diary Work-in-Progress For Karin Hauser The night before there are things, sometimes hard to remember like that place I was trying to go last night. The fog on the other side of the lake is as dense as the cloud that was blackening my head last night. Tonight A soft rumour of breeze lurks… Mario Licón weiterlesen
Thomas White
Love and Pain Sacrifices Of Love „[T]here was no meaning anywhere outside their own hearts“ Graham Greene They were unashamed lovers, Like ancient Aztec priests Ripping out each other’s Hearts: burnt offerings to gods Who lord over riotous feasts, Scavenged by passion-hungry mobs. But jealousy was the still sharper knife That finally brought some peace… Thomas White weiterlesen
Ulrike Walner
Der Pakt 1 So, da bin ich also. Um unseren Pakt einzulösen, den wir geschlossen haben. Eine Krankenschwester hat mich angerufen und mir gesagt, dass du mich von nun an zu sehen wünschst. Fast hätte ich dich nicht erkannt. Dein Gesicht ist alt geworden, deine Augen tief und schon fast tot. Nein, schau mich nicht… Ulrike Walner weiterlesen
Judy Zarrella
Blue Poems BLUE This closed eye. Godless. Godforsaken. Bluebird. Dead. The crushed egg. Blue bruise. Blue vein pulsating. Blue as a blunt blade. For-get-me-not. Cracked blue halo. Blue idiom. Blue embrace. Feverish blue. Like midnight, sometimes. Casual blue. A gesture of hands. BULB Amazing burst of beauty shimmering on a fragile stem. Purple bells nodding… Judy Zarrella weiterlesen
Cailean Darkwater
Ariadne I suppose you could attribute it to my curious nature but I can’t stand a secret. The quickest way to irritate me is to say, „I’ve got a secret, but I can’t tell you.“ It really drives me nuts! Maybe, if I could control that impulse, this story would never have happened. Maybe I… Cailean Darkwater weiterlesen
Wolfgang Hermann
Heimat Von seinem Zimmer bis zur Bäckerei sind es zu Fuß zehn Minuten. Wenn es regnet, macht das Brotholen mehr Spaß. Dann nimmt Helmut einen großen Plastikbeutel mit und verstaut das Brot darin. In seinem Zimmer, an seinem Tisch wickelt er das Brot aus und ißt es. Zuvor streicht er Butter drauf, manchmal Marmelade, manchmal… Wolfgang Hermann weiterlesen
Danny Spigone
Enlightenment For Bibi Banos „The burden has left me, inspiration may only come of this for I am excited – never have I known such grandeur. What a waste of opportunities, why did reality blind me. My dreams have all been lost, my torment was my memory – and was, was a keyword if one… Danny Spigone weiterlesen