There are few names in the Latin American literature, which it comes to famous novels and short stories, Columbian writer Gabriel Gracia Marquez is one of...
My youth is finished and along with it my bright star, and tears. I stopped thinking of the future. You know I don’t know when exactly...
My father would read my journals with the savage intent of a beast. What on earth was he searching for? He read it over and over...
The sun is a laughing, talking, walking miracle today. If it shines, it shines only for me and Lavinia. What perfection, because it shines with an...
‘The Ducks are on the move Father Squirrel.’ Said Mother Squirrel. ‘What do you want me to do about their gay marriage? They have rights too...
Petya Dubarova, you grew up in Burgas. I grew up in a port town. I grew taller and thinner by the sea buzzing with bluebottles every...
It is another violent day outside; it is another day of eating the dust of the colonial masters, the breadcrumbs from the kitchen table of the...
Emily Dickinson enters the kitchen at the homestead in a happy mood. She hums under her breath, and lights the candles for the evening. Her brother...
I am just burnt out from life, I guess. If I could smoke my life away, believe me I would. If I could drink my life...
The argument was about nothing really. I really cannot remember who started it first. It was between a girl, barely out of adolescence and her married...