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

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[KEYFRAME] n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life – set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences... Continue Reading →

[FLASHOVER] n. the moment a conversation becomes real and alive, which occurs when a spark of trust shorts out the delicate circuits you keep insulated under layers of irony     Aquarium Roba was in a fitful state. He and... Continue Reading →

A Red Crayon

They said it would rain for seven days in Sarajevo, but it still hadn’t; and it was day three since they’d announced it. I couldn’t tear myself away from the fresh air on the balcony and the noise from the next-door... Continue Reading →

Foundation

I never played with a Sindy. She was my older cousin’s best friend though. I knew a Barbie once. But we never got along well. I’d see her occasionally. She never saw me though. I neither liked her nor disliked... Continue Reading →

WEIRDICTION

“I wonder,” you said. “That doesn’t surprise me,” I answered. “How do you do this?” You were in the phase where you constantly had to lend an ear to your uncontrollable urge for searching. And now you were missing. “Baby,... Continue Reading →

Quiet, bug, quiet

"If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself."   HERMANN HESSE, DEMAIN   To Franz and his pal, Gregor.   I am my own worst nightmare. I’ve always known but try to hide it. That is... Continue Reading →

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