Fever By Gayaneh Vardanyan on November 14, 2018 The wordsThe lettersBlurringSmokeThe smell of someone’s skinA mirror with a shattered edgeDirty cloths on the floorEmpty bottlesScatteredHere and there.One teardrop frozen on my eyesInky papers on the tableAshes – in my heart.I’ve forgotten you my friend.I’ve absolutely forgotten you. BIO Latest Posts BIO   Gayaneh Vardanyan Being

Oksana By Mariia Koltsova on November 14, 2018 Oksana, 24 years old, spent last night translating a historical book from polish to Ukrainian. BIO Latest Posts BIO Mariia Koltsova Was born, lived, than died. Worked as a journalist in between. Sometimes wrote something more then news. Latest Posts Latest posts by Mariia Koltsova (see all) *** — November

When a Writer is Born By Gayaneh Vardanyan on November 14, 2018 Asli was 5 years old. Kars was snowing heavily.Asli looked out of the window. Kars was frozen.Asli heard a woman scream. She opened the window.“A woman is raped,” she thought.“A woman is raped?” she questioned.“A woman is raped!” she believed herself.Asli was 5.That

The Homage to the Wise By Nana Abuladze on November 14, 2018 That’s a place you can’t find on a map; a place you can’t find in the world; a place that finds you, surrounds you and keeps you. This place is Nowhere. That’s where I am now or rather what’s in me right now.

What? When? Where? Why? By Daria Piskozub on November 14, 2018   The words ticked in Ewan’s mind. Every single one was like a beat to which his mind resonated with a wave of possible explanations. What? A home genocide, political statement, diversion from something else? Where? Ewan’s intuition told him the murder did not

The Drifter By Halil Akgündüz on November 14, 2018 ”I like noticing stupid details.” she said when we were talking about the portrait of hers. Then, she just went along and found these cool spot with abandoned lamps. So, I can say she is very good at finding interesting details. Maybe her definition of the