Byline: Ayse Basak Ersoy

Occupation of a Life

He put his hands in the pocket of his brown leather jacket, looking for a piece of paper. All he found was a small receipt he had got from the stationary store in exchange for a red pen, and he … Read More

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Spring March 24

I   Now daffodils bloom in watercolor spirit Skies of tender pastel blend into the lingering warmth of caramel breaths in the air. A girl sighs in the distance, going somewhere, smiling occasionally, scowling sometimes at the cherry blossoms or … Read More

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Fruit Flies

The end product is a picture with many suns that capture the real in infinitely many instances. Yet it represents nothing of reality.

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Lac de Sainte-Croix

Spontaneity escapes me, I swim in fear of unlikely tsunamis, or phantasmic beasts.   I swim with a raincoat on, protecting my words from the world.   My ears tinged with the muffled sounds of laughter.   My body quaking … Read More

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