The Grand Final By Gayaneh Vardanyan on November 16, 2018 Scene one: Out of the roomThe end. The door opens. A male figure walking out. One hand holding a suitcase.…

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…

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…

Language: Immigration and Borders By Hüseyin Serhat Arıkan on November 15, 2018 ImmigrationWhen I write, I immigrate into the language. In other words, into sound, nature, and meaning. As a…

Me, They, We By Gayaneh Vardanyan on November 15, 2018 Me: I’m too weak to be strong. Too strong to be weak. Tired of being in between.They: They inhale. They exhale. They…

Distorted Facts By Halil Akgündüz on November 15, 2018 A trickster is the compendium of opposites. He’s an omniscient creator, an innocent fool, a malicious destroyer, and a childlike prankster. He’s…

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…

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…

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…

A Synonym for Shia Labeouf By Halil Akgündüz on November 14, 2018 I’ve seen this ad before. Though I don’t think it’s the same one. It looks similar to what my…