- Poetry
we are love in pure form
we are love unconstrained by the notions of time and space
we shine on in the dark
like the source, like the sea
that we finally enter
- Fiction
I sank into my reading. Before long, as I was turning page after page, to my own surprise I felt how all those powerful feelings – fear, superstitious forebodings and madness – quickly and easily drew me into their whirlpool, and I was astonished to find something I had always known was there but had not experienced for a long time rising in me: the truest, most natural sensations long forgotten, coming alive and freeing themselves.
- Interviews
In my opinion, poetry has to provide an answer to our difficult era, though usually it does this in a very indirect way.
- Poetry
Every night, every day, and every night
I listen while wandering without aim,
But wake to find myself again in sight
Of everything that still remains the same.
- Interviews
both of us are poets with a sense of responsibility (only it manifests mostly through poetry), and that is why we wrote what we wrote
- Fiction
Now the dusty, yellowed gold treasury of old news unfolded before my eyes. That was K.’s intention – to acquaint me with erased history. He turned the fragile pages: “From yesterday you’ll learn something about today. I don’t have the patience to read so much.” Thus began my era of Revival.
- Reviews
Valdas Papievis, Ankančiam pasauly (In a Blinding World)
By Airidas Labinas
- Poetry
don’t think about dust
or about
what we turn into
the ghost ship will sail
full of darkness
in its hold
- Fiction
I feel the sea with my fingers, feet, ankles, barely swirling – the waves aren’t breaking today. The water slowly envelops my body, as if I am sinking into a well with walls into infinity – where is this feeling from which I am returning?
- Poetry
In my earliest memory
I’m six months old.
Father lays me down on a black duvet
with white polka dots.
