
Kotryna Zylė
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My nest is inside father’s trolleybus. As far back as I can remember, I was always there. The names of the bus stops mark summer vacation, horrible downpours after class, the Christmas Eve rush, the side mirrors completely caked in snow.

The Hard Game of Empathy
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Lina Buividavičiūtė. kelionių (journeys)
By Neringa Butnoriūtė

Ieva Dumbrytė
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I came into the world in those times when storks delivered babies. Sometimes mothers would also find their children in a cabbage patch or in a wicker basket floating in a river amongst the reeds. But I was the only child in the whole village to have been bought.

The Art of (Not) Being a Writer
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Darius Žiūra. Diseris (Dissertating)
By Akvilina Cicėnaitė

Mindaugas Kvietkauskas
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I should like to take you someday
to the underground vaults of this city,
where beneath the steel-clad enclosures
the fiery carbuncle stone glows.

Lina Buividavičiūtė
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I still act out of hunger, out of absence,
I drive myself with a whip of boundless plains.
Endless journeys exist.
Conquered wastelands are too small.

Vytautas Stankus
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closing my eyes doesn’t help
I press my palms against my lids
to see the stars –
islands of light
in a sea of darkness