The roses are back once more, riper and more flagrant, the leaves crisp and heavy with sun. The sky is moody; the shadows lower; flying spider webs scintillate in the breezy golden hue. We’re back to days of measured time and reason. Past the expectant silence we hear at times the autumn creeping in.
overwrite
FICTIONThe Girl in the Sky
by GS Jackson
POETRY UNZIPPED
in translation
by GS Jackson
Yesterday Summer
by Olivier Delfin
POETRY UPLOAD
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Friendship
LIBRARY
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LIFE IN A NORTHERN TOWN
A Journey Far Away and Back Again
by Lothar
Marthaler
WANDERING ONION
On Expression and Substance
by Phoenix
globe viewer
A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY
Balaton
by Adriana Carcu
The ROLLING BACKVIEW MIRROR
We’re on! Me and my Beemer, that is...
by Virgil Codarcea
visual arts
PHOTOGRAPHYAmsterdam
by Richard Wayne
Excursions around Zurich
by Frank Leistner
STORY OF A SCULPTURE
BRANCUSI - Mademoiselle Pogany
markups
Summer Festivals
