Echoes By Halil Akgündüz on November 16, 2018 Her body was like a hurricane that I would never forget.Every time we meet she rained down on me.I drowned myself in her beauty.She took my heart and swallowed it. I felt I was there just for her – I gave myself to please her.She put something deep

Mazurka Opus 33 No 4 By Hüseyin Serhat Arıkan on November 16, 2018 I wake up. Put my clothes on and go to breakfast in the main building of the hotel. I will meet, once again, on a new day, with friends from four nations. Friends who are the newborns of the country of literature

My Body Is Soft By Marta Urushadze on November 16, 2018 My body is soft It bends You touch it It feels like a child’s toy. It’s so fresh And smooth Can’t believe That one day This exact body will rot This exact hands will not move anymore. My voice won’t come out of my

Never white By Oksana Lebedivna on November 16, 2018 This is Anna. She writes. Her writings is something that touches you both emotionally and intellectually. Her hair. Her hair is a specific environment she stays in, a sort of key to her personality you figure out at first glance. At the same time, this is

No borders, just boxes By Marie Sevs on November 16, 2018 She thinks in English, embraces her Armenianness and thinks of Russian as lyrical. She puts those languages into different boxes and opens them one by one. Sometimes quickly, sometimes slow. Where to fit the tiny little boxes of French and Korean? She just lets

Fire vs Air By Kübra Arar on November 16, 2018 His boy = Air Her body = Fire   (Her body): – Can you imagine how people would live without me? (His body): -Yes I can. People can live without you actually they can not live without me (Her body): -I do not agree with