Conflicts By Mariia Koltsova on November 18, 2018 That’s not the conflict. That’s stealing the languages CulturesTerritories Of other countries That’s not the conflict. That ’s stealing futuresPasts Presents of other nations That’s not the conflictThat’s stealing peace, SafetyLifes…
Նոր Լեզու By Anna Grigoryan on November 18, 2018 Ֆրիդան նկարում էր ջարդվածը: Գույները վառ էին, ճչացող, չանգռող ու մի քիչ էլ մազոտ: Ողնաշարը երկար-բարակ գնում էր մինչև շրջազգեստի վերջին…
Toy Story By Anna Darsavelidze on November 18, 2018 It was almost evening when my Mom let me go to my neighbors house.We’d been playing for a long time when…
Sunny Persimmons By Uliana Bazavluk on November 18, 2018 Some feelings are not meant to be dealt with. They are meant to chewed, slowly, and swallowed down your throat and…
Swimming through the day By Uliana Bazavluk on November 18, 2018 Describe your day by measuring your fluids in it: I wake up. My nose is running, a little spring of…
It’s Silly By Maria Muzalevskaya on November 18, 2018 It’s silly that people hate each otherBecause of their governments.It’s painful that we can’t desireThe things we are not allowed. It’s ugly…
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…
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.…
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…
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…