Kamil Bouska

    You are at the end of the day and your hands turn quiet on things. You are at the end of the day, just as you are, as table,...
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Petr Hruska

The door always used to swing shut, by itself, for years and years, with measured haste. / Now it stands utterly still.

Petr Borkovec

Petr Borkovec is now a somewhat neglected author, and it is unquestionably true that only a small handful of readers know his work.

Karel Sebek

in the auditorium of several neighboring windows / I see a single moth / as old and miserable as the world

Petr Hruska

They had already sat down on the bed. Then the man remembered the back door was still open.

Jitka N. Srbova

My daughter marches through the forest. She can’t do it herself, so / she uses my legs, my eyes and my fear.

Olga Pek

I retrace my steps, barefoot and diligent as a shipwreck

Radka Thea Otipkova

In the end his body puked him out / as if it were only a stomach / and a mouth. It didn’t let him / just slip away.

Vitezslav Nezval’s Bizarre Town, Animated by Ken Nash

Animated excerpt from Czech surrealist poet Vítězslav Nezval's poem cycle "Bizarre Town." Translated by Stephan Delbos and Tereza Novická. Published in The Absolute Gravedigger by Twisted Spoon Press, 2016.

Ondrej Hanus

occasionally there is too much ado / about night-time, that’s fine, turn out the light / and slide me in the grave, this time I’m through / with sounds and lights, for me now dreams feel right

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