Stanislav Dvorský

  DURING A NIGHT STORM   perjury of lightning bolts: a fish spine rises from the trenches of the wound-up day, disrupting...
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Radka Thea Otípková

At night I become his missing arm. / The one he lost on the front, looked for / years later and didn´t find.

Kamil Bouska

So many people in the world. Truly, is no one superfluous?

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 Otípková

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.

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