Three Short Prose Pieces by Jaan Oks
This belongs only to humans to the only earthly god – the human alone, set apart and blessed for those who, within their sexes, are male and female. All else is blasphemy against nature – those proud to their very hair, those exceedingly beautiful and lustful devils, that swollen, desireless, castrated god – who feel…
Two Short Stories by Vaino Vahing
Ilona was gone for a long time. I even thought about throwing a tantrum and leaving, abandoning her coat and a rouble. But I decided to wait and see what would happen. She returned laughing loudly. She must have had something funny to tell me.
Sterne by Margit Lõhmus
I’d been living a poor, lonely life in Berlin for almost a year. I only hung out with chumps, people who had zero interest in me, who were only interested in themselves, heh, no, they weren’t interested in themselves, either. I’d gotten in the habit of making out everywhere: cafés, the metro, parties, the sidewalk.…
The Night of Souls by Karl Ristikivi
Along with midsummer celebrations, New Year’s Eve has always been one of the toughest. Yet it isn’t just the melancholy of spring turning to summer; it does not gust through open windows. It resides within you even before then, an iron-cold lump in the middle of the room. Its icy breath creeps outward from within.…
The Autumn Ball by Mati Unt
This year, as with every other, there were many signs and predictions that convinced those who were ready for it. The autumn was extraordinarily rich in mushrooms; that many boleti had not been seen for a long time. An over-abundance of apples had grown, too: they dropped to the ground at night, and the canning…
Glass Noodles by Maarja Kangro
She recalled a crappy bang during a lovely Danish residency. It’d been with a tattooed Danish sci-fi writer three years her junior. He’d been high and dry for a year; S., on the other hand, had recently gone through a flurry of bland partners in an attempt to overcome a broken heart. The whole fling…
