Sabbatical by Sean Dolan

When she told her boss she was quitting, he didn’t seem surprised, or even worried. Only confused and proud, pretending he knew much more about the situation than she did. “You know your job won’t be available when you get back right?” He asked as if she really didn’t know the answer, his tone somewhere in between condescension and snobbery. “Yes, I know.” He expected … Continue reading Sabbatical by Sean Dolan

Ëndërr by Valentina Broja

N’tokë nomade bordelet puthen, Askush nuk e dëgjon himnin homerian, Erosin e paskan dhunuar, e Venera e paska vrarë Marsin… Unë, si gjithnjë, rri strukur pranë letrave të tejdukshme në bukurinë e miteve të çmendura. Dhe prapë, turma mban në krah universin, në tkurrje shëmtohet bukuria bohemiane, papritur vdes homoseksualizmi i njohur, Unë rri ngulfatur me mjerimin e mbuluar me mbulesë ironie, Ngjyrë të kuqe. … Continue reading Ëndërr by Valentina Broja

Buzëqeshje by Valentina Broja

E bukura ikë universit tim. S’bëj asgjësim. Deh ekzagjerimin e vetvetes në imazh perëndie. Rrah supet e shoqërisë së tejdukshme rrugëve të nëmura. Numëroj elegjitë boshe duke lidhur vrasjen me fashë mendimi. Himni i engjëjve më buzëqesh. (Vertigo) Smile My universe is a beautiful escape Not an annihilation. It exhales itself In the godlike image. Hug the shoulders of transparent society Such streets Count idle … Continue reading Buzëqeshje by Valentina Broja

On the Dying Integrity of Criticism As It Pertains to Michiko Kakutani’s Retirement

Like any truly well-respected critic, the kind you can’t condemn for their own life choices or attempts at “personal” writing, so little is truly known about Michiko Kakutani. She has remained, since her first year in 1983 as a literary critic for The New York Times, largely arcane and unknowable. Which has made her perhaps even more controversial to those she’s eviscerated over the decades … Continue reading On the Dying Integrity of Criticism As It Pertains to Michiko Kakutani’s Retirement