The Race and other poems by Maarja Pärtna
I carry within my heart a broken landscape like a panorama traced upon a foggy window by fingertip. Villages devoured by oil shale mines, desiccated bogs, and the voiceless place-wounds of polluted rivers, into the lacerations of which the future’s wind plants hopes of revival. Facing violence, I lean upon resilience, upon the incessant thirst for life, upon the ability to…
Vahur Laiapea’s Diaries from Ukraine
It will affect us sooner or later. It won’t pass if we don’t intervene. We live in the vicinity of Russia, which is attacking Ukraine. We could be next. Or the ones after the next. It makes no difference. Our neighbour is a people who have lost their moral compass. A people whose chosen leaders…
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…
When a Human Being Dies and other poems by FS
you who compose formulae and cause us to react grant us also the courage not to fear that which we desire
EstLit. First Issue. Editorial
The spring online issue opens with a selection of more or less experimental and transgressive texts, which, in some ways, echo the spirit of surrealism that celebrated its centenary last year.
