* “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...

* * “Six years for a bloody bachelor’s degree! Two times in the hospital because of a ruptured eye capillary! All those damn all-nighters! A...

* * …As I started up in this world, I was a menace, a fiend of man and woman, and I became someone else. I was born, and I ceased to become ...

* * The Skopje sky is like a silver blister, ready to splash its contents all over this city of statues. So monotonous, concrete, enveloped ...

* * About this video ____________________________________________________________________ I know that I will most certainly die. You do thin...