The Woman in Blue (short story)

Ervin Lázár

They were looking for a woman with a baby, he said, and anybody that sees them is bound by the rigor of the law to report it. If they don’t, they’ll be shot and their house burnt to the ground.

The Burning Bride (short story)

Krisztina Tóth

I close my eyes, in my mind I distance myself from the blue planet and step onto the surface of the smaller planet known as Xanax. In earlier times, beings lived here, the citizens of Catatonia, however they were swept away by the edge of a long dream, and since then the heavenly body is completely uninhabited.

Poem of the month - Dezső Kosztolányi: For Gyula Krúdy

Dezső Kosztolányi found a variety of ways to express his high regard for Gyula Krúdy's person and writings. The ultimate homage is Kosztolányi's visionary poem to Krúdy.

Poem of the month - Ágnes Nemes Nagy: An American Train Station

These poems are starting points and final destinations, poems of homecoming: arrivals at homes chosen, absurdly, in a "nameless" geography in a forgotten American train station.

Poem of the month - Endre Ady: Christ-cross in the forest

Endre Ady

Waiting for the arrival of Christmas, hoping for tender and quiet touches, trusting in the abatement of our great battles of life, we are trudging towards the manger with Ady's snow-covered Christ-cross in the forest. - Lajos Jánossy's choice.

The hangman's house (excerpt from the novel)

Andrea Tompa

No one had officially told the schoolchildren in Cluj what they were going to portray. All they knew was that they were preparing for a celebration. Then it suddenly dawned on her: the mass of schoolkids were going to portray the Great Leader, Ceaușescu himself, and she is going to be his mouth.

Morning Well (poems) II.

Roland Acsai

"We stand above the valley, mountainside – / Diminutive soothsayers who try to read / This huge, rock-callused palm." - More Norwegian poems by Roland Acsai.

Sándor Tar: Gray Pigeon. Crime Novel (excerpt)

Sándor Tar

For a long time now Szabados wanted a bigger apartment so the children could have separate rooms, but he could never manage it, and now it was too late, he’ll just have to accept it. His dreams had come to naught. And so have lots of other things.

Poem(s) of the month - Three short poems by Zsuzsa Beney

Zsuzsa Beney's poetry hovers on the edge of being and non-being, as if creating an ethereal travelogue comprised merely of elusive fragments of that impossible no-man’s land from which none return.

Morning Well (poems) I.

Roland Acsai

After the book of poems inspired by Finland, here are Acsai's Norwegian poems. A fjord and a vaguely perceptible figure inside the fjord; a whale; cold-blooded rocks; the place where Wittgenstein’s house once stood in Norway. And the empty place where Wittgenstein’s intellectual independence and daring once stood in European culture.