Jitka N. Srbova
MY DAUGHTER MARCHES THROUGH THE FOREST
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My daughter marches through the forest. She can’t do it herself, so
she uses my...
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Radka Thea Otípková
You must be hungry, he said. / A magnificent sentence like that, / the last I remember him saying.
Kamil Bouska
You're coming and my fever rises. I've tasted this before. / I'll leap into the wafted air and go for blood.
Olga Pek
It was as devouring as napalm, as accurate as a laser blade. When I regained my faith in poetry I had to tear it away