- Fiction
Elena was a teenager whose maturing womanhood made itself known every month by five days of bleeding. She knew when it would begin and when it would end, and that was one of the few constants in her life.
- Reflections on Belonging
Everyone else has written more, achieved more; they came here to work seriously, while I... All I dream about is getting on a bicycle and riding along the path that runs beside the sea.
by Ramunė Brundzaitė
- Reviews
Dovilė Bagdonaitė, Lesbiariumas (Lesbiarium). Vilnius: Baziliskas, 2026, p. 52.
by Ugnė Žemaitytė
- Poetry
I’d like to write a poem
so tender
that a kitten would enter it
to lap up some milk
- Poetry videos
Poem from the poetry book "Seismograph"
- Reflections on Belonging
By the sea, we're all mostly other, and it's all temporary. We meet and part – like sand and water: now soaked in a mantra jam – we share silence, too; now dry, in low tide – we don't bother to text.
- Poetry videos
Poem from the poetry book "A Spider Between Your Lips"
- Reviews
Laima Vincė (ed.). Heritage, Connection, Writing. Conversations with North American Lithuanian Diaspora Writers.
by Žydronė Kolevinskienė
- Poetry
I’d like your body to be a hotel
I could spend a week there
a five-star hotel in the city center
with windows looking out onto three Eiffel towers
I can’t take my eyes off them
- Reflections on Belonging
I was Grandpa's little friend, his little ghost, he would say, and I would spend hours on weekends looking through his scrapbooks filled with old cutouts of Lithuania's vast forests and sand dunes.
