I don’t think I drank that much, Ali thinks. Just a couple of pints. That’s what everyone drinks here to end the day. It’s normal. Being in school here, though, means a couple can often turn into a few. ‘A few’ means three or four or five. That’s what she taught her ESL tutees last night, before the dreaded couple (or few) pints. Thirsty Thursday exists here too, just like it did back home, in college. This is ridiculous, she thinks. Just because she is living in Ireland does not mean she has to turn into an alcoholic. She doesn’t have to, but she’s afraid she might be anyway. Turning into one, that is.
Her stomach gurgles. What the hell? Did I eat something gross? Those curry stands—no, she stayed away from those, thank God. Gurgle. It must be the alcohol still rumbling around in there. Bathroom. Needless to say, she realizes that whether she drank two pints or three, the results are the same. Which brings us to the mirror. Her face feels warm, despite the coolness of her apartment. Dublin doesn’t heat anything like back home. She looks intently into the mirror and is aghast by the image.…
The ritual of drinking coffee has always been something special in my family. Not only in
my family but in Serbia in general.
This centuries-old tradition of drinking black coffee was inherited from Turks while Serbia
was under the Ottoman rule.
The Turkish black coffee has always been the favorite coffee of all Serbs. Even when the burst of different coffee flavors has overruled the habit of drinking black coffee in other European countries, people in Serbia have remained loyal to the strong black coffee that had a unique way of preparation and smelled and tasted heavenly. No Serb would ever say that any other coffee tastes better. And rarely anyone in Serbia drinks any other coffee first thing in the morning except the Turkish coffee. Many people refer to it as “Serbian coffee” nowadays, but there are still those who keep the original name “Turkish coffee” in the honor of Turks who brought it to Serbia. Its strong and delicate flavor and splendid fragrance is the only real mood and energy booster Serbs would recommend.…
Elephant grass turns auburn in the wholesome cold
of October one. The month he’s due,
I took Temodar, once upon a time. In the fable, my father
boards an airplane for China,
never to return. Back home, full-bodied cherry tomatoes
pop off the vine and my Chinese wife tosses them
to the dog. My best friends have all been dogs.
While one snatches the red gush out of dry October air,
another leaves his wife, daughter, and unborn child
to take up with his mistress in Chicago.
By now it should sound familiar.
Yet I wonder where all the birds have gone
to hunker down, why only crows are left
to laugh at us, and why is it always October, the dust
in their feathers, that brings us face-to-face
with the worst in ourselves.
– Cameron Morse…
“The nighttime sky is all about yesterday”
– Robin Schwartz, Night Swimming
Parked there, in the silent fade-out
of a motel’s parking lot, three cars:
a 57’ Fairlaine, its front grill, ridged
with five long metal lines and taillights
that resembled a startled vireo’s eyes;
a 66’ Oldsmobile Cutlass, its face
squinted, and chomping fresh silver,
and a 1973 Buick Electa, its rear end,
slim-finned, and rectangular taillights
swallowed into the long bumper.
Something magical in these cars –
angels creeping past them; summer’s
fertile design – at the outskirts of
everything; these cars, like chapels.…
Philip Elliott is the CEO and Editor-in-Chief of Into the Void, an award-winning international literary magazine founded in 2016. He’s featured in dozens of journals in several countries and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net.
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