Magazin za književnost i umjetnost // Journal for literature and arts


Mirza Purić

Whitesleeves | Extorris

WHITESLEEVES A. had decided to wear a white shirt, although black befits a funeral, they say, for you cannot be wistful in white, yet A. knew how to weep in a white shirt. Through the droplets of fog on the... Continue Reading →

Bojan Krivokapić, Two poems

(translated from the Bosnian/Croatian/Serbian by Mirza Purić) not my children beggars at my door I’m not opening the spyhole is a safe space a worldview in my fridge fungi and mould I devour the remnants of what I’d stored I... Continue Reading →

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