Legend? or Truth? By Kübra Arar on November 14, 2018 Her name is Uliana. She is from Russia. She is so nice. I don’t want to do generalisation because we do a lot and everybody believes that in my country (especially men) Russian girls are beautiful. Uliana is beautiful too. I suppose they are right!

The warming cold (collaborative writing with Oksana Lebedniva) By Marie Sevs on November 25, 2018 (by Oksana Lebedivna) a curly Armenian a curly poetess with lips of a rosehip with face like snow on the skin of a mountain ~ long time ago a mountain river eroded your straight hair like banks and washed your

Бабушка Бабушка By Uliana Bazavluk on November 20, 2018 My grandmother likes telling me her stories from the time she was a teacher. She now is retired, but she remembers every single one of her students.   My grandmother likes to look at the flowerbed in front of the ceramics factory my grandfather used to

Connecting By Uliana Bazavluk on November 20, 2018 I always thought that I should stick to prose, but Write in Armenia taught me to 1). be aware of my boundaries 2). and push myself 3). and explore.         Day one. An endless void,  length of a bed.   Day five. An infinite chasm, length

An abandoned secret By Oksana Lebedivna on November 20, 2018 life is life it comes as it goes there’s nothing to regret  though she gets her shoes clean from snow she gets back to it so that she gets her shoes clean again what’s weakness and what’s strength was he weak since he was not able to face love when

deconstruct By Maryna Smahina on November 19, 2018 нам бы на москву, пусть десять раз она неладназакинуть надо б контрабандой пару контейнеров тепла– Mumiy Troll conflict is a construct we buildbored or oppressedangry or intimidatedoverwhelmed or offendedbrick by brickone after anotherlayering ourprejudiceshatredmisunderstandingsblamesthe wall seems to be solidunbreakableit might beand stillwe can deconstruct itwe already have all the