Fra Antun Knezevic : Bosnian Friend (1870)
Let our neighbors be very angry about our pride in our old name, language, and customs and our outright refusal to embrace their name as a mark of our nationality and language. In their attacks […]
Volume 07 No. 1 (2012): January
Petar Kočić : Jablan
Twilight had come a long time ago. On a stubble field below the village in the mountains, Lujo huddled under his coat. Only his freckled face, with large speckled eyes and locks of blond hair […]
Mak Dizdar : Compass
Above is Polaris And below Venus Over there the Northern wind and yonder the Southern Who’ll tell me where the Path to Love is And where the Path to Death Translated by Keith Doubt […]
Adin Ljuca : Far, Far in the North
To Milorad Pejić You who are said to have tracked the reindeer’s scent, I couldn’t follow you. Not because, where you live, images are sharp as razors, nor because entering a warm place would dim […]
Milorad Pejić : Discoveries
I read papers when they’re just brought in from outside, from minus 27 degrees, fresh and cold off the presses. From all the morning papers I remember only one self-sustaining article: like the recipe for […]
Stephanie Krueger : Cyclone
a child in rubber boots wonders in the underground at the dripping grates holds up his hand to catch an emulsion of machine oil and water tells the rush hour crowd how he captured the […]
Author Unknown : By Sarajevo There’s a Green Garden
By Sarajevo there’s a green garden, In that garden there’s a well of cold water, By the well, a marble stone, On the stone, an aged vase, In the vase three flowers bloomed. Were you […]
Irina Lagunina : Sarajevo’s Spirit Today
Irina Lagunina of RFE/RL’s Russian Service spoke to Broz during a recent visit to Sarajevo. Lagunina: You are originally from Belgrade but moved to Sarajevo permanently after the war in Bosnia-Herzegovina. Why did you decide […]