Stonemason Love is like a stone. If you heat it up, it stays warm for a while And can seem like the source of the warmth. Love is like a headstone It is shaped and Given a name, the before and after. Everything is a form of love. Many deaths and loves are adorned with […]
After nearly thirty years since the publication of his first poetry book Rabi, which appeared in 1998 after winning the First Book Contest organized by the Lithuanian Writers’ Union, Mindaugas Kvietkauskas makes a powerful return with his second poetry collection Gruntiniai vandenys (Groundwaters). This book also includes prose-poetry and poetry translations. The texts flow seamlessly
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January 16th, 2021 That piece of paper that had caught V.’s attention at the bus stop, that piece of paper hanging from that grimy advertising board, now firmly gripped between her fingers, was already yellowed, wrinkled like the cheek of an eighty-year-old, repeatedly getting soaked by the rain and then drying. A simple scrap of
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On a warm afternoon in late April 2001, I walked down Gedimino, smiling at spring. I was jet-lagged from my first trip to America and still intoxicated by its nature, food, seemingly unrestricted personalities, and cosmopolitan vibe. A trolleybus rolling by slowly like a large yellow chunky caterpillar, its whiskers gripping the wires above, was
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Bukolikos (2024) is the sixth original poetry collection by poet, literary scholar, and translator Erika Drungytė. She made her debut in 1998 with the collection Tiksli žiema (Exact winter), establishing herself as a master of nature and domestic reflection, who’s able to capture moments of everyday life infused with deeper existential insight. Drungytė’s sensitivity to
courtyard Athens And what of Easter – already it’s hot in Athens Dust rising to the Parthenon burying marble feet Lost in the foothills of the mountain. The sun outshines everything, Even the most beautiful of church hymns, uplifting the black Folds of bearded priests and monks, when, having left the caves with all their
Lost Gloves When I was a child, my mom sewed a rubber tie onto my gloves so I wouldn’t lose them she did the right thing because later, when there was no one to sew on the rubber ties I always lost them the path of my life is strewn with lost and lonely gloves
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Out of Bounds and Beneath Bridges or, Get Thee under a Bridge! People, cities, and things have no constancy. They change. They are even inclined to change completely, to negate themselves, to slough off their old skin and reemerge anew. I like this aspect of things. It suits me. But, to be more exact, it’s
AUGUSTĖ JASIULYTĖ Born in Vilnius in 1993, Augustė Jasiulytė dropped out of high school, worked as a travelling magnet saleswoman, and as a carpet merchant in Finland, before earning a bachelor’s degree in Scandinavian studies from the University of Vilnius. Her plays Mėžinys and Atgėdinimas won 3rd and 2nd place at the Alytus national theater
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Big Mater. Ona’s Birth. September I was born on a Thursday evening in the fall, in the basement sauna of a four-story apartment block like all of Pašilai’s children. In the stairwell near the mailboxes, Vanda killed a black chicken with a ladle to mark the occasion and boiled a pot of broth right on
