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Frosina Parmakovska translated by Monika Mihajlovska I had to make sure multiple times that my husband was actually asleep, and [...]
admin 2019-01-15T10:40:50+00:00 September 19th, 2018|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 120-121|0 Comments
Frosina Parmakovska translated by Monika Mihajlovska I had to make sure multiple times that my husband was actually asleep, and [...]
admin 2018-09-25T09:19:04+00:00 May 12th, 2018|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 119|Tags: Kokan Dimuševski, Yordanka Beleva|0 Comments
Homemade Apple Vinegar I have gotten to know my brother Belčo gradually, from one All Souls' Day to another. My [...]
admin 2018-10-30T09:49:45+00:00 March 27th, 2018|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 118|0 Comments
Where do you come from? Babylon. Where are you going? To the eye of the cyclone. Nikos Kavvadias I spent [...]
admin 2018-12-13T11:07:00+00:00 January 3rd, 2018|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 117|0 Comments
a real story from the 53rd Struga Poetry Evenings, Macedonia 2014 A sudden Facebook text this morning by Nikola Gelincheski [...]
admin 2018-10-30T11:30:43+00:00 October 21st, 2017|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 116|0 Comments
Translation into English: Borislav Jarčevski Even now, when I’m just sitting around, the snake will slither in out of nowhere. [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:27+00:00 August 10th, 2017|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 114-115|0 Comments
It’s nobody’s fault I didn’t buy any bread this morning. The street is deserted as in an old western movie, [...]
admin 2018-12-13T11:19:34+00:00 June 12th, 2017|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 113|0 Comments
Translated by Uroš Tomić Only from this distance am I able to see that Pavle was truly dedicated, in a [...]
admin 2018-12-13T11:36:09+00:00 March 22nd, 2017|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 112|0 Comments
from A Week in the Life and Death of Grozdan Translated to English: Rumena Bužarovska It’s strange, thinks Grozdan while [...]
admin 2018-12-13T11:52:04+00:00 January 23rd, 2017|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 111|0 Comments
Translated by Paul Filev I get up in the morning and stare at the coffee pot in which he boiled [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:29+00:00 January 23rd, 2017|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 111|0 Comments
Translated by the author The day was hot, and he had wandered around Butel graves with Robert for almost an [...]