Lidija Dimkovska

Translated from Macedonian by Ljubica Arsovska, and Patricia Marsh Ingrid Jonker writes to Olivera Korveziroska A bullet in the head would do you good, a jump off a bridge or a cut wrist, hydrochloric acid in your tea, your husband’s belt round your neck, at the wrong time, in the wrong place death is an

Translated from Macedonian by Ljubica Arsovska and Patricia Marsh                                                            You, who were so alive,                        

Translated from Macedonian by Ljubica Arsovska and Patricia Marsh   What bed will I breathe my last on? On some train, on some crossroads? With the curtain up or down? At noon or at dead of night? Is it fate, a curse or good luck to breathe your last in someone’s presence? A part of