Wake up By Gvantsa Gubeladze on November 18, 2018 ‘You return like Autumn…and I fall every time.’ Anonymous   One day I received a message from the unknow  girl… She didn’t know that her sms was sent by mistake. Definitely, I wasn’t adressat… It’ was a strange notification: ‘There’s nothing more far then your name’,

My body. Our body. By Uliana Bazavluk on November 17, 2018 My body is clay. My body is sculptor’s wax, child’s plasticine. I am the sculptor. I am the child. My own child shaping my form of my clay. Of my body. I am changeable and unalterable, I shrink and expand. I am thin. I

A Monologue By Hüseyin Serhat Arıkan on November 17, 2018 Here is a monologue to be conducted by Hamlet the Junior, a character with which I have been planning to re-write Hamlet. I don’t want to exist. No, at leastnot in this form, not as the beingI am now. But I would not preferto not

as the author mentioned By Ivan Demidkin on November 17, 2018 уничтожая общую предметную память, невольно думаешь о той иерархии, в которую складывается уже-не-твой опыт. BIO Latest Posts BIO Ivan Demidkin   Latest Posts Latest posts by Ivan Demidkin (see all) but empty space that makes a statement — November 18, 2018 55% charged — November 17,

I’ll never do that to Esther By Marie Sevs on November 17, 2018 You said her soul has no depth, her mind is empty, she’s not smart. I wouldn’t say that to Esther. If I ever do, may I be cursed. You laughed and didn’t read her poems. Your arrogance clear on your face, hands

What makes a thing art? By Halil Akgündüz on November 17, 2018 First, The piece has to resonate with people in order to become alive.   You’re sharing a picture of two chairs dumped on the side of the trash. It represents something to you. Maybe the two people you have lost that year. But