- Poetry
negative, you’re always negative
angry grunts from every which way
but dip me in the lord’s developer
and my true form will become apparent
- Interviews
Growing up Lithuanian American, if you had a Lithuanian name, that name always marked you as something other. If you don't have an Anglo-Saxon name, or if there's something about the food you eat... Oh my goodness, as a little girl, I remember my father growing his own apple trees, which was very unusual in the suburbs of New York...
- Reflections on Belonging
A lung specialist, my grandfather spent the bulk of his career treating tuberculosis patients. He’d studied medicine in the interwar capital of Lithuania. A photograph shows him with eight other young men and three women gathered around a table.
by Julija Šukys
- Fiction
Nowadays the only place to be safe is in the woods, to wander around there, to talk with the crows and the sparrows, to commune with the tomtits and the clouds. That’s why I’m drawn to go deeper into the woods – to try and endure these toxic times, to get away as far as possible from the occupation, the third in four years.
- Poetry
Every morning, I tread the elliptical trainer:
a little bit of geometry, a little bit of
the laws of literature, and of course, gravitation, ontology, everything
I see, everything I feel, affects me while I tread the elliptical trainer
- Reviews
Vitalija Maksvytė, ne kraujo, ne pieno (more than blood, more than milk). Vilnius: Lietuvos rašytojų sąjungos leidykla, 2025, p. 176.
By Ugnė Žemaitytė
- Poetry
I would really like to tell you everything
but the cities we had unconditional faith in
are ruled by white noise
- Reviews
Gražina Kelmelytė, Motinos (Mothers). Vilnius: Lietuvos rašytojų sąjungos leidykla, 2025, p. 172.
by Karolina Bagdonė
- Articles
Acceptance Speech for the Most Creative Book of the Year, 2025
given by the Institute of Lithuanian Literature and Folklore
By Marius Burokas
- Reviews
Rimantas Kmita, Editos kompleksas: Normalūs žmones nesišypsa (The Edita Complex: Normal People Don’t Smile). Vilnius: Tyto alba, 2025, p. 328.
by Rimas Uzgiris
- Fiction
These days, everything seems to be about what to buy and where to sell. If someone writes a novel about this time, then it’ll be full of undies, panties, bras, and these peeps who search for Italian quality at the price of peanuts.
