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An Occupation with the Past
Read more: An Occupation with the Past(Timestamp 00.00.00) We open in a hallway. On one side, a vase of fiery but aging roses stands at the end of an elegant wooden cabinet. A couple of petals have fallen on the floor. The opposite wall is covered in picture frames. The light pouring into the house from the opened doors to the…
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Book Review: The Tinder Sonnets by Jennifer LoveGrove
by Emel PeksözRead more: Book Review: The Tinder Sonnets by Jennifer LoveGroveDating apps promise abundance: endless profiles and endless chances to begin again. Yet beneath their image of choice and connection lies a more unsettling reality, particularly for women, whose pursuit of intimacy is often entangled with misogyny. Jennifer LoveGrove’s The Tinder Sonnets is a poetry collection that captures this tension. It explores the reality of…
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Writer’s Block #54
Read more: Writer’s Block #54Issue #54 of the Writer’s Block magazine is out! Thanks to all contributing authors, our amazing 2025/2026 editorial board, and our sponsors, the Book Exchange and Espresso Fabriek. Once again, we’re proud to present this wonderful collection of stories, poetry, and photography. Enjoy! Below you can find a digital copy. You can also grab a…
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Whatever Happens, It Will Be Weird: Afterthoughts on the Weird and the 2020s
Read more: Whatever Happens, It Will Be Weird: Afterthoughts on the Weird and the 2020sModern usages of the word ‘weird’ as referring to that which is unexpected, extraordinary, or otherwise unknown retain some traces of its Old English linguistic root ‘wyrd.’ As a religious concept in Anglo-Saxon and other Germanic cultures, wyrd refers to cosmic fate; it is an invisible force that weaves together threads of the past into…
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The Spell of Silences, or Acknowledgements for a Bachelor’s Thesis
by Emel PeksözRead more: The Spell of Silences, or Acknowledgements for a Bachelor’s ThesisIt is half an hour before midnight, and I am staring at the screen of my corroding laptop, awaiting my cue to click the crimson button and end the inferno. Somehow, three years of studying, over two decades of living, have coalesced into a rectangle. My hands tremble above the keyboard, keeping time with the…
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