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



Higher | Sunflowers

HIGHER   mama, what happened here? I ask and ask, already, one might say, grown up   rarely do I climb on a stool anymore to reach for something high   now I reach for other things, for example, higher... Continue Reading →

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 →

Ani Gjika, Three poems

NAMES AND NOUNS   at night grandma prays lying on the floor. i hear grandma sleep. mouth open. breathing like she has flies in her throat. i accidentally break off the head of my doll and tell mami that ergon... Continue Reading →

Naomi Schademan, 2 poems

Home   I watched the video of the ocean that you sent and read Rumi's "The Seed Market" per your request.   It is mid-morning here; a cool breeze brushes my skin while I write.   I could see that... Continue Reading →

Jackson, Two Poems

SPLIT I am a woman and I speak. I am a woman with lines on her face and I speak. I am a woman with lines on her face and scars on her belly and I speak with the voice... 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 →

The Three Ifs

1. If I could talk to the old, sage winds That roam the ancient skies of your land I'd ask them to tell me stories of yore Of the gods and the rulers and the holy men Who built the... Continue Reading →

Matthew Pither, Poetry

Generation MM   O dearest child, millennial thing, how slow the world must seem to spin, when screens and phones aren't close at hand, a state you scarcely comprehend.   Oh what on earth your 'friends' might think? You haven't... Continue Reading →

Sophie Fenella, Poetry

  You wanted it all   I get it now. There are many different ways of coming close to heaven, you say and I’m listening   but outside the angel is dancing on burning leaves and I’m wondering how long... Continue Reading →

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