The Spring Issue

Welcome to B O D Y’s 2021 Spring Issue. It’s been a dramatic few months since our Winter Issue came out, and we’ve been working hard behind...
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Michael Collier

If they would stay just where they are all morning, / they’d be the monument to the history they’re looking for.

Natalie Warther

I was reborn as a moth and knew instantly that I didn’t have much time.

Finding Yourself Under a Waterfall: A Conversation with Andrey Filimonov

In the late 90s/early 2000s I saw an abandoned narrow-gauge track in the woods along which the locals had ridden on beds with wheels. I wouldn’t have had the imagination to make such a thing up. And if I had made it up, I’d say it was rubbish. But I saw it: a bizarre slice of real life in the taiga. All I had to do was find the right words to describe it.

Andrey Filimonov

At the start of the war, two pilots and one poet were seeking Galina’s hand. Such were those times: pilots surpassed poets in both number and capability.

Max Sessner

Rain falls on the wedding / a hole in the church is suspected / and the blessing jumps crazily / from umbrella to umbrella

Jeff Friedman

“You will crush our enemies or I will crush you,” the voice commanded. “These are my neighbors,” I said. “I don’t get along with most of them, but I wouldn’t want to crush them.” “It’s them or you,” the voice said.

Brooke Schifano

Little Shorts, sharpen your keys and clutch them like knives. // When you’ve got nothing else, go for the eyes.

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