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…
The Manifesto of Clotted Blood
The first and most radical of our recommended measures regards the application of words. To be clear: not any or all words, but only those that will express the voice of our heart. It’s not hard to find examples of words that express the ideas pertaining to our situation. The first 'dickhead'. And the next:…
Vita Nova by Kristjan Haljak
I held her still, leaned closer, then shouted in her ear: 'Hello! I want to fuck you – stay still for a moment,' and there was no doubt she heard me, as she turned over; the muscles of her face shifting as her skin phosphoresced, her breasts trembling in the glow of expectation: I felt…
