The Art of Not Obeying Reality. Editorial
For perhaps, in some sense, every change begins with revolt, with disobedience.
Selected Poems by Juhan Viiding
I’m already living tomorrow’s night that’s what nowadays is / I’m in life in dream in work quite the drunken flagship
Bernardine Garden: A Kind Face by Aliis Aalmann
She feels like she’s home, and at the same time that she’s not. Somewhere in between.
Beginning by Kairi Look
Books have Grandma’s voice, her pauses and her coughs, the rustling and rhythm of her page-turning.
Sixteen Years of Silence by Mehis Heinsaar
No doubt the recluse had seen and heard much, living deep in the heart of the forests and bogs. Still he held fast to his vow of silence.
Ada by Jüri Kolk
She was like a violin, and I was some bloody, I don’t know, zither-thing or oboe or, at best, an electric guitar, but we were playing the same tune in the same orchestra and everything worked.
