THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE LABYRINTH IN CONTEMPORARY MACEDONIAN SHORT STORY
Translated from Macedonian by Milan Damjanoski Introduction Telling a story is very much like entering into a labyrinth: both the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Translated from Macedonian by Milan Damjanoski Introduction Telling a story is very much like entering into a labyrinth: both the [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Reviews, Literature, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Translated from Macedonian by the author But I don’t say anything, I don’t know anything, these voices are not mine, [...]
admin 2018-12-19T13:10:58+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Essays, Literature, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
Dear Igor, Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to write anything on you or your poetry, although we were working together in [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
the plane landed after six attempts. the storm was waning, the strong wind blew the leaves and stuck them against [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
Bottles were over. Poems were over. We had already told each other our first loves, girls we made love for [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
(for Igor Isakovski) You leave crushed knees fallen on silence and ground you had to step “deep into the hole” [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
I couldn’t find your grave in the marble forest. After the funeral I looked for signs to get by when [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
I want to be a DJ at the shelter for abused women, sing songs to net swordfish from the eye's [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
Dedicated to Igor Isakovski Hardest is the time unscheduled to come Saddest is the blues in the silence between two [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
we clean up the tree house and you come across my long lost courage “put it in the box with [...]