* “No, I don’t do demons,” he said, and took a sip of his drink. “That’s a completely different thing.” “Really?” I thought. “Is he for real...

* Author Zorica Petkoska reading her fiction at Café Magor, Skopje, Macedonia ______________________________________________________ Let me...

* I remember my long walk to the village cemetery even though it happened ten years ago when I was twelve. My entire skin was itching, start...

* My first day in the United States. After a long trans-Atlantic flight, the only memories of which are my half-dried tears, a dreadful head...

* As you may have noticed, I have not been posting much here lately. Currently, I am on a sabbatical, serving as a Fulbright Scholar in Skop...