Lit.-Mag #36 Home & Homecoming Islands are places far from land “Islands are places far from land. They lie unknown to the world, separate, secluded, segregated. And one must leave the mainland to discover this new, little-known acquaintance. Yes, one must be mobile…and the arrival has to discover it; for when he arrives, in many… Anant Kumar weiterlesen
Schlagwort: short story
Ferida Durakovic
Lit.-Mag #36 Home & Homecoming Too much sadness and too little hair A baby with hair The rubber doll, probably conceived in the Russian doll factory as a boy baby, or a baby in general, sexless like all dolls and all toys in the world, her treasure, her baby kin, which her Mother had bought… Ferida Durakovic weiterlesen
Gabriele Pötscher
Writers Abroad II Heavenly Angel I once created a heavenly angel. No, not one of my children. They were already born. It was a time in my life when I thought I would be a subsistence farmer, or at least a subsistence gardener. “Das Leben auf dem Land” was my Bible and I made a… Gabriele Pötscher weiterlesen
Peter Murphy
Writers Abroad II The Cubicles After the worst event in her life Ann had been advised to join a recovery group. Though troubled by the swift fashion in which the therapist moved ahead she was delighted at the charming sunroom in which the session had been scheduled. ‘Today …’ the therapist explained, ‘I’d like to… Peter Murphy weiterlesen
Solrun Hoaas
Writers Abroad I In Search of the Japanese in Me I spent ten years of my childhood in Japan, but I grew up as a typical Kobe gaijin, a foreigner living in the international port city of Kobe, never learning Japanese in school, but only basic spoken Japanese, and spending much of my time in… Solrun Hoaas weiterlesen
Neil Grimmett
Writers Abroad I A Dish Best Served Cold “An eye for an eye leaves the world blind.” Paint-sprayed in florid letters on one of his walls: words to condemn this latest war. Just another cliché in this land of T-shirt proclamations: women boasting or begging for sex; men stating their power or tribe – all… Neil Grimmett weiterlesen
Zdravka Evtimova
Blood of a Mole Few customers visit my shop, perhaps three or four people a day. They watch the animals in the cages and seldom buy them. The room is narrow and there is no place for me behind the counter, so I usually sit on my old moth-eaten chair behind the door. Hours I… Zdravka Evtimova weiterlesen
David Rosel
Beautiful Mercies. The Toothbrush and the Truth With a PhD in covert masturbation theory I grappled too with florid fourteen year old fantasies of rock stardom with all the hair not straight enough cock not big enough and my slow insipid marginal self I traveled out via clandestine air guitar and pissy pretentious… David Rosel weiterlesen
Roger Duncan
The Viewer In front of the TV, in his inflamed-bronchial-cough-voice, Paul tells me about Carla. The way her face looks guilty when they do it. How he’s going to ask her to marry him. About work. The ink fumes that have infected his throat. The permanent black-ink-stains on his skin. And the letter from his… Roger Duncan weiterlesen
Daniela dos Santos
Khadija, the old Berber When I visited Merzouga, in the northeast of the Sahara Desert, I met the woman who most impressed me in all Morocco. Her name was Khadija and she would be about seventy years old. One of her four sons, Hassan, was the owner of an inn and organized camel expeditions through… Daniela dos Santos weiterlesen