More than five years later, we are still up and running and barely managing to cope with the influx of submissions.
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Vol. 12, March 2017

Elements of Literature

Editorial

On a dry and windy day in January 2012, Cecile, Samir, Sofia and Vanessa walked out of the notary’s office in Rotterdam, nervous and excited at having registered officially as a foundation.  Now more than five years later, we are still up and running and barely managing to cope with the influx of submissions.  

We are privileged to meet writers from all over the world with such varied backgrounds.  This edition is long overdue, since our special poetry edition in October.  In these pages you will find, for the first time, poetry intermingled with flash fiction, stories and essays. 

Also, we are proud to present the first novelette and the first play published with us.  We could not resist John Simon Lewis’ tale BingBong about a juju man’s preacher son challenging his father’s ways, not realising he is a pawn in a political campaign and utterly expendable; nor could we refuse K. J. Dwyer’s poignant play El Fin Del Mundo about two siblings fighting out their ideological differences over a plot of inherited land in Argentina that contains oil.

There is much beauty in the prose and poetry that has come our way, and we hope you find as much reading pleasure in them as we have.

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The Garment of Many Lands

Bingbong

Novelette by John Simon Lewis

A national election was due in eighteen months, and the ruling party of the multi-racial society of Guyana was desperately seeking every means of maintaining its status quo for another four years.
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The Kind of Thing That Happens

El Fin Del Mundo

Play by K. J. Dwyer

MERCEDES: I don’t remember you being that unhappy here.
ROBERT: No?
MERCEDES: Only at the end. When grandpa died.
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The Garment of Many Lands

For the Ends of the World

Personal essay by Robert Ratajczak

My father has told me that there is only one death he would accept. Death at sea. He does not want to pass in a white hospital bed.
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The Kind of Thing That Happens

Beef Cutlet Battle

Personal Essay by Rita Reznikova

Whenever I stare at an empty kitchen, I think of my babushka Lilya. I picture her in her flowery housedress.
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Meditation

Rendezvous

Flash fiction by James Baxenfield

‘Is that someone’s phone?’ she said. 
He was the first of the three men at the table to react.
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Flames

The Carpet

Flash fiction by Victoria Infantino

She was given the Carpet when she was eight. She couldn’t remember where it came from, but one day it simply appeared on the floor, next to her bed.
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Sotira

Stolen Memories

Flash fiction by Timothy Jay Smith

I think everyone wants to revisit where they spent their early years, and where so much took place that they will always carry it with them. For me that was Algiers.
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Meditation

Don’t Move a Finger

Short story by Akshat Jain

A house was burned down in the neighbouring colony yesterday. The man was killed. Mother and daughter raped repeatedly till they died of…
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Sotira

Soon the Night Will Come

Short Story by Stanley Onjezani Kenani

A diplomat from Cameroon is my first customer today. He ensconces himself on the stool farthest to my left, facing me across this semi-circular bar 
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Meditation

Better Life

Short story by Vincent Ikedinachi

We’ve been travelling now for three days, hanging like monkeys, on the back of a long truck carrying fresh tomatoes from Jalingo. By we, I mean Danladi, Zarki, Mohammed, Umar, Danjuma, Turki—the blind old man, and me. 
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Meditation

The Fatal ‘i’

Short Story by Roger Bonner

Paolo, or Paul, as his Canadian friends called him, passed through customs at Rome’s Fiumicino Airport and headed in the direction of the trains that would take him into the city. 
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Sotira

Natural Order

Short Story by Vincent Chabany-Douarre

You are picking up your passport from the French Embassy and I am waiting outside, scrolling through the news. I pat my coat's pockets for painkillers.
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Sotira

Laundry

Short Story by Tehila Wenger

Every time I went to do laundry, he was there. He was a tiny old man, his head bare and his cheeks unshaven. Maybe he was afraid.
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Sotira

Poems
 

Paradise Is Demanding 

               by David Lohrey

Mourning in Spain

               by Susan Holck

Consequences

               by Ken Williams
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