Naumče Treneski’s Love
Solunka Dičoska would enter the cellar where the barrels were, poke a straw through the tap, and take a few [...]
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Solunka Dičoska would enter the cellar where the barrels were, poke a straw through the tap, and take a few [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:23:21+00:00 March 1st, 2005|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 41|0 Comments
(excerpt)black widow, Latrodectus mactans, a venomous spider, the female of which is jet black with an hourglass-shaped red mark on [...]
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In spite of some fuzziness regarding the difference between various historical forms of fascism, I think it is possible to [...]
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William Gibson#1 With his eighth book, Pattern Recognition, futurist William Gibson opens new doors while resolutely keeping a finger on [...]
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At the end of the year the stars go out the air stops breathing and the Sibyl sings first she [...]
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Iztok Osojnik. Mister Today. Ana Jelnikar, tr. San Jose, California. A. Jacaranda. 2003. Drawing perhaps on the example of Zbigniew [...]
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On Bogomil Gjuzel's, The Wolf at the Door, Xenos Books, and Mahmoud Darwish's Unfortunately, It Was Paradise, UCP Homeland want [...]
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– instead of an introduction – I met Jadranka Vladova almost ten years ago. Although I had seen her several [...]
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each day a legendary search for the lost cry of children in the woods each day a woman leaves her [...]
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It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could you know. That's [...]