Zsolt Lang

Zsolt Láng

  TWO CHOICES        Translated by Erika Mihálycsa   She was walking two steps ahead, knowing he...
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Petr Borkovec

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Oh, so much free time in a strange city. Torrents of a language I don’t know, an ocean of strange people, not to mention the strange empty spaces those people leave in their wake.

Rumena Buzarovska, April 2013_2

Rumena Buzarovska

Aleksandar wasn’t going to believe me. I knew that even before I turned the door handle. He’s never believed me. But I went into the room and told him: “Aleksandar, there’s something wrong with the ballpoint pen you brought from work.”

Jovan Nikolić

Jovan Nikolic

In order to talk about my childhood, the only contents of the knapsack I carry everywhere with me, I would have to skip over the first twelve years, years I spent in hotels in Slavenski Brod, Derventa, Užica, Pula, Vrnjačka Banja, and countless other towns both inside and outside Yugoslavia.

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Letters: 29 April 2013

Readers respond to Robert Archambeau's essay, "Who is a Contemporary Poet?"; comment on the state of American fiction; and ask why African writers are so underrepresented in our pages.

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Andrei Ruse

Come what may, Georgie has just realized that he’s a man. A man who can face anything. A man to whom God has sent the sign for which he had prayed for so many years and asked so many questions ...

Petr Borkovec

Petr Borkovec

They’re sawing through the plane trees near Place Sainte-Catherine. 5 a.m., darkness, drizzle and not a soul about (neither on the street nor at windows) - just a three-man team working through the tree-tops.

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